This place now, after so long, was full of life. Although he was no more than a spirit on this plane, he had made it so that it didn't feel so lonely. So desolate. So...empty. He got to see Winter and Snow from time to time. Both of his children grown and doing great things in the world. Snow was a leader of his own pack, and Winter was now a mother doing the same, a neighbor to her brother's pack in the Far North. He couldn't be more proud of the two, and he was fortunate that his children were doing well for themselves. Though he still did wonder about his nieces and nephews...he hadn't seen them in ages, and often worried for them.
As he sat by the waterfall, staring into his reflection in the pools, he suddenly felt another presence nearby. A familiar scent...something told him he was not alone. It was neither Winter nor Snow this time. Nor was it Bellamy. But a presence he didn't think he'd see again. He stood almost immediately, taking off to find the presence. And as he climbed toward the top of the knoll not far off from the waterfall, he found him. That familiar red pelt...though he could see every scar and wound he had accumulated. The docked tail. His cropped ear. The fur parted where every scar had been placed. And from the looks of it, he had a fresher wound upon his back. "Ignis..." He breathed.
In turn, the crimson wolf before him began to stir, finally opening his eyes after a few heartbeats as disbelief colored his voice. "Acere...?" The Northern King nodded, a solemn look upon his face as he looked on with sadness. "It has been a long time, Ignis. I see that neither time nor life has been kind to you."
Knight
