Tale of A Prodigal Son

Dómari really hadn't expected to be back here in Boreas. He had expected to find some sign of Alarik that he could then follow but no matter what he tried, no matter how hard he searched, how many wolves he asked, every trail turned up cold. He wasn't going to find his brother. Hell, he wasn't going to find any of his siblings. There was no sign of anyone. Just him. Dómari had realized he was alone and it was like a slap in the face that shook him right through his soul and punched him in the gut with enough force that he felt like he could vomit.

So, he returned to the only place that he could consider a home. The only place he had any friends that could really remember. The years of wandering had taken their toll and some days he wasn't sure if he even remembered his own name. Well, no, that wasn't true. He did know his name. He just longed for someone else to say it.

Praying that they might still take him back he threw back his head and howled for Regulus. He didn't want to be abandoned again.

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