Impunity

Dómari had meant to work his way back south but it had been slow going. One thing after another caught his attention and he found himself so easily distracted by the north lands, many of which had reminded him of home. Dómari had been wondering for a long time if he'd ever be rid of the homesickness in his heart. He hadn't seen Alarik in ages and felt a sharp pain in his heart at what felt like betrayal from his brother. Alarik had said he was going to join Celestial and yet he hadn't. Diarmuid had wanted to join but there'd been no room. He was cut off from his family and so he'd ventured north in the vague hope that he might run into one of them. He hadn't. It all felt like a waste and he was beginning to wonder if they were even still in Boreas. Had he been left behind?

Thoughts swirled through his head when out of the corner of his eye he saw a strange and forboding shape. It was like a strange mountain rising up out of the sea. Curiousity gripped him as he wandered to it, like a moth to flame. His claws clicked on the metal as he entered. His nostrils flared, taking in the strange scents of this cave as well as that of another wolf. Oh? Was someone else exploring? He grinned. Excellent, he could use some company!

Dómari trotted in the direction of the scent, following up onto the deck where he saw an old, dark-pelted man. "Hello there! You exploring this strange cave, to?"