She was gone, and with her his whole words had started to crumble. His brothers and sisters had dispersed to the northern lands, even as he was very well aware; spreading their genes. He had waited, expecting his Oracle to come back but as time had gone on his only conclusion was that she had been taken.
So it was that he stood on the land bridge between the continent of his birth and the lands of the barbarians. The fur along his spine was bristling, this was the closest he had ever gotten to the wolves he had learned to not only fear but hate. Still his hostility was more a mask for the worry he was filled with. With a sigh he tossed his head back and called for any wolf that might be able to find the Oracle.
She had just come down to try and look for her brother. But had failed to do so, at least for now. Maybe if she went back up to the north, she could make a life with a pack and actually settle down somewhere. She didn't know what she wanted for the longest time. Her father was still in an unknown location, but really he was dead. If Talon was alive... That gave her hope that Segar was still in Alacritia.
She would start to make her way to the land bridge that she had crossed at least three times, but was interested when she saw a man standing and looking towards the other side. She knew that man of the wolves down here were natives, though normally the ones near the land bridge were Northern wolves, it was still possible that he was a native.
"Hello?" She called out, keeping her distance and a gentle voice in hopes that he wouldn't run off. She was always looking for friends, or just others to meet. She always tried to be gentle when approaching anyone; not if they were threatening, but if they were scared.
