Malestrom

Arcus paced the border of the strange grasslands, staring across it intently. The pack sent had faded dramatically since the season's turn, but it was Dono land nonetheless, which meant that the siblings he actually liked where over there. He was reluctant to go and see them, reluctant to rebuild that bridge, but every day his anger grew to uncontrollable rates, and he could barely handle it. Life with only one eye made him more angry, made him long to tear the world down piece by piece in his destructive storms. And yet, he spent most of his days pacing the border and waiting intently for some sign of his family. But either he kept missing them, or they didn't come up to the grasslands much. Either way, it was making him even more mad.

Finally he huffed and stopped his pacing. The sun was descending over the ocean in the distance, and he was growing more and more angry. With a deep, gravely sigh he turned and deliberately stepped over the border. He didn't pause them, merely walked into the grasslands and searched for any sign of Glacier. He didn't care about any of the others, and certainly didn't want to see Voltage, but he felt a deep need to find Glacier. There was something growing inside of him, that must have always been there. It was deep and dark and all consuming, and in a rare moment of light he wanted to see Glacier, and make sure that bridge wasn't fully burned. Of all of them, he respected the giant wolf the most.

"Burn Baby Burn"