Blood and Fire

By now, the iron blooded young wolf knew he was by far lost from the stronghold from home and its commanding grip. A weight had been lifted off the young wolf's shoulders upon his leave though in its place was uncertainty, confusion and curiosity. Enenra opened himself to it, happy with the prospect of a new start, away from not neccesarily his style of life but his cold and hardened father.

Kanna had been his guide through all of this, but even she too had her limits. After her mate and son's death, Enenra could see why his presence with her would be strained- a bad memory she could not escape from. So, he offered her space, making certain he would not abandon her though went his separate way for a time all the same.

Life alone was, of course, lonely and it was the first time which Enenra had experienced such and in winter, no less. But this land here was warmer then any he had come across. Chilled, snow flurries dancing in the air, but not bare and cruel. He would stay here during this season where it was pleasant, he figured. Where life took him from there, only time would tell.