ohana means family...

Fuck staying in Syndicate lands anymore. Once he got a taste of freedom, he was eager for more. With every day that passed where the nights were an impenetrable darkness and the earth continued to quiver in fear, the more he grew insistent on finding an answer. Scents of wolves traveling south forced the pup down across a sandy bridge that was nearly enveloped with water. Muddy and covered in sticky salt, Maelstrom pushed onward.

He didn't stop until night fell and he could hear the wash of waves against sand. It was almost enough to lull him to sleep but a quick wash of his face in cold water did the trick to wake him back up. Though it was hard to see without the moon and the stars to guide his way, he could tell that the land here was different. The soil felt soft and newly churned. Along the horizon, the sky began to turn red once more as the sun began to awaken. Tremors continued to shake his legs enough that it made it slightly difficult to walk.

What in the world was going on?

"Maelstrom"