Some homecoming this was...

With their father having been ill for so long, many of Revenant's limited memories of Boreas and Auster had begun to fade. After all, half of the adolescent wolf's life had been spent away from the lands he and his siblings had been born in. But as their father's recovery began to steadily grow day by day and talks of returning to the lands they had once called home changed from rumor to plan, the Klein lad found himself eager to get his paws back on familiar grounds. Revenant was older now, having reached just shy of his sire's full dire height and with more of his mother's lean build to his body, but he was athletic and healthy and ready to return to his family's old stomping grounds. So imagine his enthusiasm when Aliana had asked him and Morendo to head back to Boreas ahead of the others to scout out what had changed in the lands since their departure! It was a task Revenant was excited to undertake; he and Morendo would be one of the first of their family to make their return to Boreas known!

And so off the two brothers had set from the distant exotic lands the Kleins had wound up in during their search for a cure for Chimera's ailments. Having been used to the tropical climate of their first home on the Austral island, returning to Boreas only to find cold winds, gray clouds, and snow and ice everywhere felt a bit like a slap in the face. Their mother had failed to mention that it would be winter back in their homelands... Still, they had been given a mission and Revenant was intent on seeing it through. Or at least he was, until the brothers arrived at the lands that Aliana and Chimera had claimed their mother pack of Ashen was supposed to be. Except there was nothing here. No wolves, no scent markers, no boundaries or guards... Just empty wild lands.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." muttered a dejected Revenant as he crunched his way through fresh powdered snow. The wind was strong today, with cold gales cutting through the trees of the forests and along the coast to rip through his fur. He squinted against the cold, sniffing at the wind, but there were no traces of scent anywhere on them. They had hit a dead end. It was late afternoon; the sun would be going down soon. They needed to find shelter and warmth for the night. With a sigh, Revenant turned back to his slightly larger brother with a shrug. "Guess we're camping here for tonight. We'll need to find shelter and things for a fire." Truth be told, Revenant had never made a campfire before, nor did he know if Morendo had ever made one either. But now their little recon trip had turned into a survival simulator, and Revenant refused to succumb to the elements.

WC: 492
Total: 492 / 1500

"Revenant"