If he was going to start his own pack yet again he would need to find an appropriate land for it. The North had been too harsh and had only gathered slothish miscreants rather than hardened warriors as he had hoped. The East had far too many memories that he wished to leave behind, both of Ruina and Abaven. The pack he raised now would welcome his father’s bloodline, but it would not be Ruina in any sense, it would not keep their traditions nor their doctrine. More importantly it would not recognize Elias’s whelps as above him or his children because they were pushed out from his mate rather than any other woman the ash king had chosen. The demons had chosen his mother, they had lead Elias to her, for the singular purpose of creating him. He moved through the waves of grass, his head raised to regard the shifting clouds as they rolled above him.   This place had a notable advantage of providing cover for warriors who became familiar with the terrain. Thoughts of marker stones and ways to orient his forces began to run wild through his mind, but the thoughts were underlined with a burning desire to tell Astarois, or, much more privately, he wondered what Kai would say when he told him. Speech, Thought, You

Her life had once again gone through a change. After getting here to these new lands and wandering for a bit with mother, she was now under the watchful eye of another. She was being taken care of by her older brother, one of the older siblings that her mom always went on and on about. Despite each of them eventually disappearing from her life her mother had always had good things to say about her older litter and the whole reason of coming back here was for Thora and her to rejoin with him. What she couldn't understand was the fact mother had parted ways after Cloud agreed to care for her. She claimed it was because he wanted to go visit with one of Thora's older sisters. She was still in the grey of what was truly going on, the real reason they had returned. Thora had enjoyed time with her older brother, he was really cool so far and she looked forward to when hunting lessons would begin. She wanted to learn to be able to take down prey and since her mother had already taught her extensive knowledge on healing she was so glad to have a change in the subjects. Today she was exploring and comforted to know her brother was somewhere nearby. She had the freedom to explore and do what she wanted, but knew he was just a bark away if she needed him. Carefully she moved through the grass, doing her best to keep her movements in motion of the breeze. She was a scrawny thing, currently she was all legs but it was already apparent that she would be bigger then her own mother. She had stopped for a while, finding something of interest that stilled her for a decent amount of time. Her ears perked as she caught quiet movements not far from her, someone else was within these grasses. It may even be Cloud playing a trick on her. She wanted to find out and moved at a brisk pace in that direction. Although the form that came into view was not Cloud, not at all. She was curious all the less and paused a few yards from him He was gazing up towards the sky making her wonder what he was doing exactly. "Hey What are you doing?" she asked, still having that forwardness wolves her age would have. "Thora Talk", & 'Thora Think'

He broke from his thoughts and wheeled sharply to face the source of the voice, his lip raised in a snarl and the cobra around his neck attentive with her hood raised. When his eyes settled on the small girl he lowered his lip but kept his guard raised. Even when he had first met Astraios he had never dropped his guard completely; pups were never truly alone, although there had been plenty of times in his own childhood where he had been. When the scent of his brother wafting off the girl touched him however, chased quickly by the familial scent of his mother, his guard dropped completely, and instead he stepped toward the girl with wide eyes and a curious expression. “Who are you girl? What’s your name?” He asked. Tyranis had always deeply regretted abandoning his mother, and with the fresh wound of being abandoned by his own father, the lamentation stung like an infected wound. “Where are your parents?” He asked, nearly expecting the girl to give him a suitable answer but prepared to be disappointed. He raised his head slowly while the cobra resettled into the thick fur of his neck, his eyes searching for a flash of white contrasted against black among the tall blades of grass. Speech, Thought, You

At first both the male and the snake seemed surprised and the curling of his lip didn’t seem to bother her at all. She was confident she could easily run from him. Something soon changed and his features softened as he asked who she was. Still being nieve, she didn’t see a problem giving out the information to him. “Thora Wreckage, what’s yours?” She asked his in return. Her mother had always reminded her that she had five older siblings and that the reason they came back here was to meet up with them. Cloud had been the first they came across. Mother had grown extremely weary of traveling much more and after discovering her uncle was in charge of a pack somewhere. Storm has told her and Cloud that the pack is where she was headed to recover from her travels. She cocked her head slightly at his second question, but again she saw no problem giving him the honest answer. “Mom said she was going to Uncle’s pack called........ Leerem?? Dad stayed back with the family clan along with my sisters, so my older brother Cloud is showing me how to hunt and a bunch of other stuff mom couldn’t,” she replied wagging her tail. She knew Cloud was close by, she wasn’t sure where exactly, but he was nearby "Thora Talk", & 'Thora Think'

He felt a smile grow over his features at the girl’s words. “If your brother is Cloudburst, that makes me your brother too.” He said. “I am Tyranis.” He greeted and tipped his head slightly in greeting. He wouldn’t give her his full name, not yet, he wouldn’t let her know that he had chosen to forsake his name as a Wreckage in favor of his father’s family. His thoughts caught suddenly on what the girl had said pertaining to their mother. Lirium? He supposed it was better than returning to Abaven, but why would she leave her child behind? Something unsettling nestled in the pit of his stomach, a foreboding sense of dread that told him something was horribly wrong with his mother. In his heart of hearts he began to regret disowning his place as a Wreckage, after she had stayed so loyal to him and he had failed her so miserably. "Did our mother say why she was going to Lirium without you?" He asked cautiously, the thick guard hairs on his side beginning to stand on end. Speaking Thinking You