Every Fire is a Lesson Learned

Bane had left Seracia two cycles of the moon after meeting Alena, his paws taking him towards an area between Seracia and Amenti where she would give birth. Three years... three long years before his first pups had been born, and died alongside his mate. Alarice...
But Bane had a new mate, Tahlia, and during this morning he gave her a lick in the forehead and told her to follow him in a few hours so he could find Alena due to him knowing her scent more than his mate. Now he was following a massive river up towards Amenti, the male nervous about what awaited him when he met up with the female baring his young.

It took him most of the morning to get to where he was, and as he overlooked the river a sense of calm was cast over the wolf, his head feathers blowing in the river breeze as he looked upstream at sound of the close by howl. A smile crossed his muzzle and Bane bounded off in the direction, the owners howl having become very familiar to him. This had worked out perfectly. The grey lupine meandered up the hillside and hesitantly stopped at the entrance to where the scent of Alena was coming. A rather sizable den she'd found, the earth scattered around the entrance much to hard packed to be recently dug out.

Bane gingerly placed a paw in the opening of the den. The smell Blood permeated the air and he squeezed he sapphire eyes closed. The memory of finding his mate amidst a pool of blood came to mind and he hesitated. It was something he never wanted to go through again. And in a whisper the Seracian spoke. "Alarice, are they... Alena, are they here?"