once more unto the breach

It seemed his whole life since Ebony had revolved around bouncing from pack to pack. Everyone he knew and grew close to gone as each pack vanished into time. He had finally chosen to go to one of the packs that had been around for as long as he could remember, deciding that the humiliation of facing a former ally after having failed so many times would be worth having stability for the first time in so many years... but now he stood on Abaven's borders with his stomach in knots. Bass' scent was gone from the borders. Even here change had come. How long before Abaven, too, crumbled and fell?

Kassander dropped his haunches to the ground to stare at his paws. He was so... tired. Just so weary of loss and failing. He didn't know if he had the energy to go look for a different pack now, but did he dare trust it's stability with a stranger at Abaven's helm?

Rommel ghosted up beside him, the fox rubbing his cheek soothingly against Kass' shoulder, offering silent support but otherwise saying nothing. It was comforting to know that even if this pack disappeared like all the others, Rommel and Remy would still be there for him. Kass gave a gusty sigh. Still, it would be good to have wolf friends that didn't leave him, too. He'd never have that, would he?

Well, not if he sat at the border of every pack moping. Internally cringing at the risk he once again took as he, once again, put himself forward, Kassander raised his muzzle and howled, a note of uncertainty in his voice as he called for the alpha.