Slogging Through The Bog and the Fog [Justice]

Dómari had taken to traveling by himself now that the fear of being on his own had finally left him.  For awhile he'd been afraid of letting his family out of his sight for fear he might never find them again but as day after day passed he re-found his confidence and began to journey farther and farther away from the Orchard where the family had been making camp.  It was in his travels that he was finding himself growing impatient with their lack of progress.  How long had they been in this land and still they had yet to hunt down the Xanilov's… well, except for Kassander but that wasn't quite the reunion Dómari had been expecting.  He was hoping to come to Boreas to find a small kingdom of Xanilov's thriving not a lone heir… and as for the pack Kassander was a part of…. well, he just wasn't sure.

So Dómari continued his explorations, traveling into the west.  The puppyish game of make believe was mostly behind him but he still couldn't help but daydream of the adventures of the Dread Pirate Isakov!  This misty mire was certainly playing with his imagination.  Slogging through the bog and the fog Dómari stayed his course until he encountered a pack border.  Sniffing at it he wrinkled his brow.  Oh rats!  Go figure…  His eyes gazed out into the rich terra the pack had claimed and wondered for a moment what it would be like to be returning from a long journey and seeing the sun coming up over the horizion and illuminating a place called 'home'.