where are youi?

His throat hurt, his fur was still singed, and all his muscles ached in ways they hadn't before. He just... couldn't catch a break, could he? At least he had a few months of good in between disasters, but damn - could they stop for a few years? Maybe wait for him to die first? He only had like... maybe a decade left at max. And that was if he was very, very, very old when he died. The disasters could wait until then, right?

Sighing heavily, and shaking himself free of the rut that his mind had gotten stuck in, he swept his gaze over the island they temporarily made his home. He had been focused on himself - but not on others, not yet. His brother was alive, that much he knew. But what of his sister? And everyone else? Novel? All of them? So much was still uncertain.

With one figure specifically on his mind, and with him cringing as he realized he had been so self=absorbed for a time that all important people had flitted away, he stood and set off. Perhaps she was somewhere on the island still, which was one of the safer areas after the volcanic eruptions compared to their homeland on the serpent plains.