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my pride is no longer inside me.

Oberon had lately found himself criss-crossing Alacritia. There was no reason for him to stay put, after all. His mother had recently claimed Ludicael for her own, and Oberon mostly kept close to her newly claimed lands, waiting for her to be prepared to raise a pack from the ashes of Sawtooth. But he was in no rush for that; he didn't need anything to happen any time soon. There had been enough changes while he had been gone that Oberon was still trying to understand all that had changed within Alacritia.

New packs and strange faces littered these lands. He had been gone while the vast majority of what changed had changed, and he had not seen the gradual morphing of the few core packs to the many offshoots that spanned these lands currently. It was all very interesting, and he had interacted with quite a few new Alphas and rulers. They had occasionally had ties to old titans (such as Athena Armada), but many had been strangers to these lands, such as Natalya Olympus. All in all, the mixed bag of strangers and old faces were an interesting combination to Oberon.

He had spent a great deal of time lately in the Northern lands, and so this time when the wanderlust settled into Oberon's paws, he had headed south, away from the bitter temperatures of the frozen northern lands. He had met a few interesting characters in the North, a few of which Oberon could even consider strong acquaintances, though he was hesitant to call them friends. And he had formed potential alliances to aid his mother, he supposed.

The Orchard was the home of a vaguely remembered pack whose ruler had been an ally of his mother's, Oberon was pretty sure. He wasn't sure what he expected when he stumbled across the edge of the lands, but the scent marks that had once claimed these borders were so faded that Oberon could not detect them. There was nothing to show that these lands had once been the home of a strong pack. It was rather interesting to see how swiftly things could change within a land when someone wasn't around to witness them.

Oberon slowly settled back on his haunches as he thought, eyeing his surroundings absently. Much had changed, and yet so much of it was still the same as Oberon's memories. It could be rather jarring at times, he had to admit.