Some will take the high road

In the time after the flood he'd visited the Abraxas' other Empire with the intention of spreading word of the fate of their sister-pack, but after that Czern had felt a tad aimless. The Abraxas were an interesting breed, there was no doubt about that, but he wasn't quite sure how he felt about continuing to be tied to them. It would be easy to disappear for a while, so he'd sought to do that only... Something stopped him from traveling farther than the woods near the flooded canyon. If any of the pack members that got washed away had lived, they could very well be here somewhere, laying about with injuries that prevented them from making it to Risen. That wasn't why he was here though. At least, he liked to think it wasn't. Czernobog was hardly an altruistic type of wolf.

Prowling through foliage dappled with golden sunlight, the man was rather enjoying strolling about unencumbered by responsibility once more. It was only when a faint scent wafted his way that he paused. The scent was vaguely familiar though he didn't know the wolf it was attached to personally. Huffing quietly, the beast debated whether or not he should simply walk away. The last vestiges of his loyalty to his fallen pack said he ought to go check and see if whoever it was might be hurt, though his nature pulled at him to worry only about himself. This nonsense was why he spent most of his time alone, wasn't it?