ooc: This thread begins at the borders of sparse pines

She knew that something had happened at the battlefield, but what exactly she had not found out. The pack had been quiet and Elara decided that she needed to find Acere. He had been the one to go to the battlefield. Something had happened the though she wouldn't press him for the info she at least wanted to be sure he was okay. Plus she had missed having social interaction with him and hoped maybe they could do some hunting or something. She had just come back from some scouting, so she knew of a herd nearby that would be perfect to hunt. She also wouldn't mind just taking a walk either and exploring through some of the lands around the pack, all would depend on what her friend was feeling up for. She headed in the sparse lands a bit before stopping. She figured calling for him may be better then trying to seek him out considering there was a lot of ground to cover in looking for him. So she would tilt her head back and let out a call for him. She would then wait to see if he would come. speech action

He had finally made it to the borders of Winterfell, nodding a goodbye to Heloise before going his own way. He had appreciated the company on the way back, however silent it had been. His foxes both had walked in silence as well, understanding the gravity of what had transpired. He felt heavy...like a weight on his shoulders that he couldn't shake. It was perhaps, a temporary feeling. He had never killed another wolf before, much less his own blood family. It was done and over with now, but he doubted this feeling wouldn't go away for some time. He grieved, even if it had been done by his own teeth. As much as he had hated Elias for all his wrongdoings, he couldn't help but remember the times they had spent together as brothers. As he was heading to his den to be alone, he heard Elara's familiar call. He hadn't seen too much of her - or anyone - for sometime, though he figured they were all just adjusting to their new lives in Winterfell. He hadn't told the pack about his intention of challenging his brother to the death save for his immediate family...but now it didn't matter, did it? He had come back alive. Tiredly, he made his way to find Elara. His tail wagged just slightly, but all animation died from him as the grief still struck. "Elara...what can I do for you?" He asked softly, crimson gaze not as bright as it usually was. speech action