He had gone to explore beyond pack lands. Except this time he had gone further than usual, but at some point had gotten lost and couldn't find his way and had gotten lost, unable to find his way back. But did his pack even care? Probably not. They never really seemed to, and probably didn't even notice he was gone. The red man was a joke, he thought. At least, Azazel had no reason to believe otherwise. The way he saw it, the Reg didn't care for anyone. He certainly didn't care about Azazels siblings that has gone missing...and more than likely didn't care about him, either.

Sighing, the boy settled his paws. How was his big brother doing? What about Nova? For once in his life, he missed his siblings...missed home. And he wasn't sure how to get back.

Darya had wandered away from the group, she didn't want to keep going the way they were moving and besides Levi and Mammon were constantly sneaking off why couldn't she? So the massive girl would walk away that day, at first she had been careful not wanting to be seen by her Da or sisters but now? Well now she didn't care, this was her act of defiance, another little way she was making it clear she wasn't happy with her Da's decision to take them away from the only home they'd ever known. Besides she had made friends there. At nearly a full year old Darya had outpaced her sisters for height and was quickly catching up to her mother and though she didn't know it would soon be surpassing even her to stand as tall as her father, though her true height was still a bit of a ways off. She'd bulked up some since then too, her small puppy features starting to trade into harsh, bulky shapes. The harsh desert was not something the girl was prepared for, the heat of the summer sun felt trapped benesth her northern built pelt. A head shimmered the promise of a respite and Darya trudged onwards, unaware of the presence of any other who could be around when she finally felt grass beneath her paws and flopped ungracefully onto her side beneath a palm tree. "Говорить"