buried alive

Icy blue eyes took in the world around him in a flurry. The male was growing weary of his travels as he marched south. The region was seemingly stale which shot a pang of worry through his core. Killian was on the trail of his brother and seemingly another mass of his family. Leaving the dreadful waste of their previous home to venture forth into another pit of hell. The earth was mottled with a pale dust that seemed to linger upon ones form. It was almost a paste from the moistness of the dirt. But, for the most part it was old, for not much ash was still falling from the sky.

Upon reaching the territory Killian could recognize that something was off. The scent of his blood was strong but stale. As if they had relocated which would make sense due to the ash all over the place. If there was a fire or some other natural disaster they must have sought refuge elsewhere.

Killian lulled over his newly presented options. He could either follow the trail onward, wait and see if someone pops up as he takes a rest, or he could just howl in hopes of someone close would hear. Honestly, it only took but a moment for the massive male to decide. The Klein's head was tossed into the air and a booming call was made for Elphias or really any other that may recognize his familial tones.