I can get by on a little bad luck

Keeping to the shadows was the norm for the dark-coated male. To some, time spent alone was time wasted or lost, but to Czern it was simply his usual peaceful existence. After Eclipse - or Aurum, as he'd heard it was to be renamed - had fallen the man had kept to himself. For a time he'd stayed by the side of the Abraxas woman he'd found, Nowa. Eventually though he found he felt no ties to Auster and desired to leave, so he made his way north to the continent he'd not yet gotten to properly explore.

During that lengthy journey north he had caught the scents of several packs, even had to skirt the border of one centrally located and seemingly newly established pack. It seemed like the wolves of Boreas were suddenly all looking to make new groups and homes for themselves. For anyone else that might have sent a tinge of longing through them, but for him? He didn't really need anyone or anything. He was content to remain alone, serve himself alone and enjoy solitude. Occasionally he might miss the resources one had access to in a pack, but the idea of a pack itself he couldn't find it in him to care for much. Maybe if he was in a pack he could have paint to refresh his that had long since rubbed off now that the berries he often used were out of season. Oh well. Maybe that was something else to let go of. After all, he'd abandoned the place and customs the paint had once been tied to.

It was late morning when he found himself arriving at the battlefield, the smell of it hitting him before he'd actually exited the stand of trees he'd been marching through and found the open, flat ground scarred with the torn up patches of dirt that said many fights had been had here, some fairly recently. Glancing over it with some interest, Czern wandered out across the open terrain before seating himself in the middle of it. He didn't care to call for anyone, as he was not looking for a fight or a home, though if one or the other came his way he was not opposed to seeing how things played out.