i'm not coming home

Things had changed pretty quickly for the young Praetor. His family's pack had disbanded. His mother and father had died...he didn't understand why things happened the way they did, but it was safe to say he was still grieving and he wasn't sure how to process them. He had kinda-sorta been keeping an eye on the whereabouts of a couple of his packmates. The silver-hued woman (Claire) that looked nice...his uncle, Ignis...the older guy that was usually with the silver woman...he had yet to approach them to ask if he could tag along. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be alone, and he wasn't sure what his siblings planned on doing.

He walked alongside the wall. The moon casting a strange glow over the lands. He had caught glimpses of the land beyond through various holes and cracks in the wall, and he was curious as to what lied beyond. He paused at one larger hole, peering through to see trees faintly glowing in the distance. What a strange thing...he'd never seen that before. He placed a hefty paw on a cold stone in an effort to get a better look, though when he did so, he spotted movement. He turned his head and found a familiar form.

He dropped back to the ground and made his way towards his brother, pale green eyes watching the way his brother looked beyond the wall the same as he had. "Raure, what are ye doin' here?" Was he done with everything, too?