to rest my weary head
joining?
He'd watched from a distance as the two wolves battled for the right to claim the corpse of his home, where he'd been born and raised and watched his family crumble. It hadn't been easy to watch, but at least the fae who'd won had done so in the name of maintaining peace and honour. After a few days lingering about the cliffs and rapids with the ghosts of happier memories, he'd struck off to follow the group that retreated south. He was a fighter, sure, but he wanted to defend a peaceful home. The pallid Destruction male hauled his meagre possessions along with the help of his mountain lion companion, moving further from the familiar lands where he'd lived his entire life.
By the time the young giant had made it to the southern lands, the myriad scents of several packs flooded his nostrils. It took a bit longer than he'd expected to figure out which one he was searching for, as he had to puzzle out the fairly unfamiliar scent of the fae who'd claimed Abaven and then track it to the borders. The orchard where he ended up had the same gentle, unassuming air that he'd associated with Abaven. This was a good sign.. somehow. Dropping the heavy, well worn pack that held his few possessions to his feet, he took a deep breath. Glanced over to the muscular cat by his side. Then he tipped his head back and let loose a sonorous, booming howl. He wanted a home, and this place was as close as he could possibly get at the moment.
