The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Though he had not been entirely upset about the shift in leadership change between Kotori and Scylla, Bancha had been upset about one thing. Bowen had left. The woman had chosen not to stay with the pack and having spent some time with her, he wanted to know why. Why was she leaving? Was the new pack and leader not good enough? Was he not good enough? It wasn't like there was anything except friendship between them, but outside of his family, she was the only real friend he had.

Using what little navigation skills he had, Bancha followed her scent. Lagging a few days behind her, he often got lost and turned around. Unsure that she was even this far south, he continued to press on. This was the farthest he'd ever gone from home and without even notifying his fathers of his departure, Bancha attempted to ignore the wiggling jab of worry and doubt at the back of his head. What if he was doing the wrong thing?

It's not until he reaches Hallows territory does he pick her scent back up. Not exactly recent, but it smelled like... she belonged here? Was this where her family lived? Quickly crossing the border and making his way through the grove toward the castle that he could see flashes of between the trees, Bancha grew excited to see Bowen. He would get to see her one more time! Both happy and sad, he stops quickly at the sight of a massive pile of kindling and wood. What was going on here?

Looking around, he sees the gathering of wolves and notices the multiple scents clearly from other packs. A party!? Continuing to look around, he can't really tell who is in charge here. A frown crosses his lips as he tries to figure it out. Standing off to the side of the congregation of wolves, Bancha waits patiently until someone notices him. Surely Bowen would show up... Or someone would notice him... He had trespassed after all.

BANCHA