The journey from the dormant volcano island to the west had been long, but Styx didn't mind. Her legs weren't tired, her body strong and her mind even stronger, ready to see what else was in the world besides life on a boring island. She knew other wolves lived on this land, though very few visited the island she was born and raised on. Sick and tired of the same shit different day scenario she was living on the island, she figured it best to travel to the mainland and see what was to offer here instead of what may happen back home.

Besides, home was boring. Over here she could do whatever she wanted, and that's exactly what she planned on doing. Her first task was to find a pack that suited her needs. She'd never been a loner until now, traveling across the continent on her own was proving difficult. She knew how to hunt, of course, but hunting for yourself wasn't as grand as hunting larger meals. A rabbit here or there wasn't as easy this time of year.

Thankfully she wasn't hungry now as she wondered through the woods, wondering if she'd come across anyone here. She was yet to find anyone since she left, but the lands reaked of other wolves. How long would it be until she found someone?

Things were changing pretty fast for him. And he supposed for the rest of the pack as well. The pack that he had stolen from his cousin. Honestly though, while all that was happening, he felt like he had been asleep through it all. Like it was a dream that he couldn't wake up from. He was aware, but at the same time...he wasn't. Winterfell was his...but now it ran under a different name. Different rules. Different structure. It no longer belonged to his uncle and his kin. Ig had taken it back under the guise that it belonged to the true Praetors...the ones who weren't afraid of the world. The ones who weren't opposed to using strength and power to achieve what they wanted. But even in all that, why did it feel wrong? Why did it still feel like it wasn't enough? He wouldn't get to think about it much longer as he nearly crossed paths with someone he didn't recognize. So lost in trying to make sense of things that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings as much as he should've been. A she-wolf with interesting markings...it appeared like she had a dark saddle with stripes, while also holding what appeared to him like some form of leopard spots upon rust painted fur. Although she wasn't as brightly colored as him and Kirsi, the fact that she wasn't brightly colored but still appeared exotic in her own way made him curious about her. He was only a few yards from her, and there was no doubt that she saw him, too. "You're not lost are you?" He questioned lightly, noting how close she was getting to the pack he now owned. "Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"