Some homecoming this was...

Morendo echoed his thought process and volunteered to go find wood and supplies to make a campfire for them, so Revenant would be tasked with finding their shelter for the night. The day was quickly slipping away from them and turning to night; they would need to work fast before it got too dark to see. Revenant nodded and turned to go search the old lands of Ashen for suitable shelter for them to use. Given that the pack had been here for generations, it was safe to assume that there should be a number of old dens the brothers could utilize for one night. It would just be a matter of finding them. Pushing through the cold wind and snow, the Klein prince sniffed about for any traces of any lingering scents that might help lead him to what once had been a home, but there was none to be found. Frowning to himself, Revenant continued to search around the coast of the archipelago until he stumbled across a cave opening set near the shore, expansive in its opening and dark inside.

With a curious tilt to his head, Revenant stepped into the dark cave. It was dry and warm, and inside was cavernous and spacious. Several discarded furs lay strewn about the entryway, and though they were old and worn, they were still soft and plush to the touch, clearly of high quality. He didn't know at the time, but he had just stumbled upon the old Ashen palace. Outside, Rev heard the wind howling getting louder. He looked back to the entrance, a frown tugging on his lips. He hoped Morendo was okay out there. Though his baby brother was obnoxious, he was still his brother. After gathering together a few of the furs to collect into two decent sized beds for the dire wolves, Revenant continued to sniff about until he came across a few stashed pieces of flint. The shiny rock glistened in the dim light as he picked it up and inspected it. He had never used flint before, but he did recall the lessons their mother and father had taught them. If he could find a piece of metal, they could use the flint and steel to start a fire.

Fortunately, it seemed the Ashen wolves had left behind quite a bit of discarded scrap. Finding a single solid piece of metal wasn't difficult, and after scrounging through a pile of refuse for a bit, he found an acceptable chunk of old armor he pried a metal plate from. This would do nicely. Dusk had fallen over Boreas by now, and as nightfall hit the land, Revenant poked his head out of the palace entrance and gave a short howl for his brother to follow to find him. Hopefully Morendo hadn't been totally useless and had managed to collect a few decent logs to make a fire. Then they could think about getting some food in their bellies and getting some much needed rest.

WC: 501
Total: 1386 / 1500

"Revenant"