Apparently lightning can strike twice

Having his pack dissolve and home be uprooted wasn't exactly an experience he was unfamiliar with, but it most definitely wasn't an experience he ever thought he would have again. Over the last year and some odd months Fenmyre had become more of his home than Incindium ever had so the fact that the pack as he knew it was gone was a hard pill to swallow. Unlike when his father failed them though he didn't hold any ill will toward the black and white brute. There had been notice, there had been a offer to go with him and his family, there had been an understandable reason. Still, it didn't mean that there wasn't some kind of disappointment in the aftermath of it. He had considered taking Chimera up on his offer and stay with him and his family as they traveled to find a more suitable place to allow the former King to heal, especially since he didn't really know where else he would go, but in the end he hadn't. He wasn't sure why, but he had chosen to stay in Auster instead.

After a couple of weeks of living on the island on his own, attempting to continue using his familiar bungalow as his home, the loneliness finally got to him and he packed up what few things he had and crossed over the ferry for the last time. He still didn't know exactly where he was going, but he knew he had to go somewhere. As he thought about his next move the only thing he could think to do was find Satira. The only wolves that he knew for sure were still in Boreas that he knew were her, his father, and Onyx and only one of them he felt confident about going to without risk of being killed. The last time he saw her he vaguely remembered her mentioning where he could find the pack she was staying in—though in all honesty his memory of the day she had come to his rescue was a little foggy. After she gave him the drugs that had helped manage his pain his memory had gotten a bit fuzzy so he couldn't really even remember the details of what had happened after that, but he more or less remembered the direction she told him to go so with a lack of options he made his way north.

After about a day of travel he landed by the hot springs just as the sun was beginning to inch toward the horizon. There was probably a couple more hours left of daylight, but he had already traveled a long way so it seemed like as good of a place as any to stop for the night. Tine flopped under a near by tree after he had shrugged off the small pack that held most of Ciná's meager supplies and Gual landed on one of the branches above to settle in for the evening. Ciná sighed and pulled off his armor, setting it down beside the pack before sitting back on his haunches. All he could really hope for now was that Tira would actually want to see him again. If not he wasn't really sure what his next move would be.

Cináed