Things had finally calmed down enough to get her out of hiding. She had fled from Abaven after the volcano struck, and she hadn't gone back since. First the fire, and then the volcano...surely Abaven's lands were cursed, weren't they? Never again would she live somewhere that was close to a volcano, or somewhere that had a good chance of getting caught up in flames. Her face had remained twisted and marred after Abaven's brush fire, and while she finally accepted that she'd never look the same again, she was still very much self-conscious about it. In the span of four years, here she was. Her face scared and living life alone. Though she'd been lurking at the edges of a nearby pack, she had yet to go and find out more about them. She was used to being alone at this point, distancing herself from others ever since her appearance had been drastically changed.

For now though, she figured she ought to stay hunkered down among the bird-filled willows for just a bit longer. She doubted anyone missed her. Well, maybe except her family. Nobody had really gone looking for her after the eruption, after all, and so she figured it was best for her to never go back. While she did hope her father and siblings were well and safe, she decided she was better off just ghosting around on her own. She felt like less of a burden to them. After all, who would want to be associated with an ugly creature like her?

His search for his siblings had turned up naught so far. Eraithus didn't know what else to do though, it was currently how he was killing time. Although meeting the inhabitants of Boreas had been interesting all in itself, learning about it's culture and the wolves who inhabited it. He had heard that they recently survived a disaster the large volcano in the middle of these lands had erupted and many creatures and lands were recovering from it. Here it was hard to tell - the estuary was still filled with birds. They were in the grass and the trees. Flying away when the wolf got too close to them. Now there was no particular reason he was here, exploring maybe but it was the scent of another drawing near that made him go on alert.

Part of him was always hoping it was his brother or sister. Yet it was becoming a pattern that it would rarely be the case. What Eraithus actually came upon was a badly scared female. At first he was surprised, but made sure to keep his distance. His eyes showed that he was surprised at first but he was not dettered. In fact somehow there was a morbid curiosity about this scar on the girls face. Eraithus thought it rude to say that though. "Good evening." he greeted with his usual sweet smile. "Didn't expect to see anyone here." there was a lot more loners than there was pack wolves in these lands. That was understandable.