FROM ASHES

Jupiter had once again reclaimed their home, and Oberon stilled in his tracks when his mother's howl rang out over the horizon. He had wandered far from the mangroves, but not so far that he would not hear her call. And so he turned on his tail, abandoning his hunt for sustenance and made his careful way back to the mangroves. Their glowing waters had been surprisingly familiar after all the upheaval that the lands had experienced while Oberon had been away, and he took comfort in the knowledge that this was once again his home. Peach and black paws carried him effortlessly across ground that was still as familiar as the back of his paw and though it took him time to make his way back to the the heart of Ludicael's territory, each step was unerring.



Quietly, the boy made an appearance as a pup asked for her freedom in a high, clear voice, claiming that she would have none to play with in these lands. Oberon's ears twitched for a moment, looking vaguely disinterested in what was happening here. None of it was his problem; his family was safe. Jupiter had handled her battle with ease, and now she reigned as Sol of Ludicael once more. Things had been returned to their rightful way. This was how things should be. The prisoners he cared little for; he cared little whether they stayed or left. That one was all up to Jupiter.

In a friendly manner, Oberon inclined his head towards Jupiter and her mate. Medusa, the serpent that had fought beside his planetary mother. She had supported Jupiter more than he had, Oberon knew, and he had never felt any ill will towards the black wolf. However this meeting went, Oberon was content to know that the disorder in his life had been righted. The discontent of the prisoners was not something that Oberon was inclined to get worked up over, and he listened dispassionately as they made pleas for freedom, the pups in particular. 



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