just exist

He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Not having the pack for guidance and purpose shook the white coated Destruction. He’d found himself again in the lands once known as Fyri, only sure that he wished to remain in the northern reaches. He was also worried about Kirsi. He knew she and Ignatius had… something between them. They had been very close until Ig was suddenly gone. He hoped the man was unharmed, but he felt a little betrayed that he hadn’t even tried to tell anyone where he might be.

He debated about joining up with Acere, he knew as much about the pale warrior as he did Ignatius when he’d agreed to join Fyri. Still, as someone who considered the fiery alpha a friend, he couldn’t go without seeing how Kirsi was doing, and what she might do. He liked to think he could call her his friend as well, and he wanted to offer his support if she needed.

He found her scent in the lands they’d called home for a short time, and his tall form trailed after her. ”Kirsi?” He called out, hoping she might hear him. He couldn’t see her through the trees, but it hadn’t been long since her icy paws carried her through.