Everything Changes

He didn't want to waste much time before getting the pack moved to their new home - the sooner the better, as far as he was concerned, get them out of comfort of familiar surroundings to let the changes really sink in - but he couldn't ask them to be ready to go instantly. There was packing to do for most, and saying goodbye to the continent that had been the only home many of them had known. He wondered what would happen with Pyrrhic's companion Benkos' troupe. He hadn't asked - he didn't rule the primates and so what they did was none of his business. Undoubtedly that would also take time to sort. So he'd taken that time, between helping his family pack and packing up his own meager belongings, to say his own goodbyes. His father's mortal remains would never rest here where he'd ruled, but great-aunt Kavdaya and great-uncle Apollo had both been buried here. He thought that maybe his father's way of going might be the better way, as far as that went. It would be harder for Zagon and Iroh to want to leave where their mother was buried, while he had some small comfort in knowing that no matter where he was, his father was there, not buried in a hole moldering to bones. Perhaps it might be ideal if all mortal remains were interred into the volcano, rather than buried. But that was a thought for the future - hopefully none of the pack, young as they all were, would be passing beyond this world any time soon.

He made his way down the floor of the canyon that his family had once ruled. That had been before his time, mostly. He'd never lived here himself, but his grandfather had ruled here, and his cousin Ashiel had ruled his pack here as well until the flooding had driven them out. He felt it was a worthy pilgrimage before he left this continent for the Fallen knew how long.

His head came up as a fresh scent caught his attention from within a cave he was passing, and his red eyes focused through the shadow to make out the form of someone busily laying out bits of leather and sinew. His ears flicked forward in interest at what the stranger could be doing. He took a step towards the entrance, but stopped rather than stepping into what likely would be her den, so that she wouldn't feel trapped or threatened. "Pardon," he said quietly. "I apologize for intruding, but I couldn't help but notice you were crafting something. May I ask what you're making?"