Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]

Striker knew not what had happened a new member in a changing world the first he had heard of the fight was when it was over the new queen stepping forward to take her place. He had taken one look at the dame then turned from the pack leaving behind the land he had for a moment thought home. He could see clearly now home was not the land on witch he stood it was the lady who had given him a chance. The others may sway willingly transferring their loyalties to their new mistress but not him, and so he had left the borders following the scents and sounds which led him here. He found the lass already surrounded by others some he knew from his few days in the pack others where new to him.

She did not look as she had that first meeting strength and power and unknowable thoughts, she looked almost broken but under the scars and the blood she still saw the women who had given him a chance, He did not speak a word but took his place in the circle of wolves offering a sad smile and a bow of his head by way of greeting, this was the dame to whom he had pledged his teeth and claws, not the she devil who now stood in her place. They would take back their home,or claim a new one, perhaps not today, definitely not today he thought looking at the queens injuries, but they would, in time.

But his mind seconded the questions asked moments before his arrival, where was the male to whom he had also pledged loyalty surly he should be here at his mates side and were where the pups the children of the couple and the pack, he had seen them from a distance in his short period in the group but where where they now. Still he held his tongue and waited in silence. The answers too would come in time.