World So Cold

Cloudburst

He was tired of being alone. Tired of living on his own with no direction in life. He hunted. He fought. He was simply out in the world just surviving but not truly living. The last season and a half had been a bit difficult when the sun went away and all manner of things started to happen. The voice he occasionally heard had multiplied during that time, but now everything was quiet again. He knew by now that his brother had well and truly abandoned him. He decided to completely give up hope that Tyranis would ever return...he had nothing. He was alone in a world, and although he had cousins from an uncle that had passed away, Cloudburst didn't seem particularly keen to seek them out. They were pretty much all estranged family, and now? It was just him and his Osprey.

He had scouted the packs that lived among Boreas. He's heard about them from passersby, and honestly...he knew at least the gist of each one. Most of them had been around long enough, save for the one on the island and the one with the rowdy bunch. Those two were the newest, but they didn't quite seem like his style. He was curious about Ashen, however...so he approached the borders and gazed at the stark white trees that grew beyond. He remembered this place...this was one of the places Tyranis had claimed as his own when he had his pack. Ironic, wasn't it? That he might potentially live in one of the few places that haunted him.

Tilting his head back, he called for the alpha(s), the male standing a respectful distance from the border.

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