what does it mean to never be alone

Álarr retreated to Auster when his plans fell through yet again. First Fireside disbanded, then when he went to seek out Abaven he found the pack lands abandoned and the scents of its members scattered to the wind suggesting a disbandment instead of a move. Without a set destination he found little reason to stay in the winter conditions of Boreas. The duality of the seasons meant summer in Auster and a chance to search for unknown herbs and arrange a few more experiments.

Still, he couldn't deny the unsettled feeling. He'd been with a pack all his life and now to be on his own felt wrong some how. True, he'd wandered plenty but it was always with the knowledge that he had a home to return to.

He settled down at the base of a great oak for a brief rest and to give Afi some time to hunt. Brynhildr took the moment to rest, her pale head disappearing beneath a wing. Álarr shrugged his pack off his shoulders and started rooting around for a few vials, his head, apart from his horns, disappearing entirely into the bag as he searched.