The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

I trotted towards the mountain pack, my heavy, powerful strides eating up the ground. Not too long ago they would have been striding over the rolling hills of Asteraia, but recent events had caused me to leave my home with a heavy heart. Rhae had been defeated in battle and I was less than fond of the new leader; she didn't want wolves with any lingering loyalty to stick around, regardless. And lingering loyalty I had. Iblis and Rhae had given me a purpose in Moladion when I had had none, they had given me a job and their trust and for that I would always retain loyalty to them. I knew that packs changed hands from time to time, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.

And so, again without a place to rest my head, I headed towards a new place. I had another reason to seek out a home, though. Behind me followed my soul, willing to accompany me to Spirane. I had invited Spirit to come to Asteraia with me, but when we returned it hadn't been long until the new alpha took over. Spirit, I think, knew how lost I felt at the moment. Without a purpose, a job, anything. It was frustrating, and I found myself feeling stagnant, and that was quite possibly my most hated feeling. I glanced back at Spirit and flashed her a toothy grin, making sure she was doing okay back there.

I returned my gaze to the path before me, sloping upward as we headed into the mountains. My ears pricked forwards as the strong scent hit my nostrils. I slowed to a stop just outside the borders of the packland, fiery gaze peering curiously through the trees. I was, admittedly, unfamiliar with the territory, my position hadn't really led me to do any sort of diplomatic work. But I had heard good things about Queen Daenerys, and good things about the wolves of Spirane, and though it wasn't Asteraia I figured I could make a good life here.

Especially with my soul by my side. "Well, we're here." I said with a low chuckle, my tail giving a few wags. I would never admit it, not even to myself, but I was a little nervous. However, that didn't stop me from lifting my muzzle and letting out a strong howl. It was powerful, but not challenging, simply a request. I lowered my head after a moment, rolling my broad shoulders and sitting down. Time to wait. I cast a glance at Spirit but didn't say much, simply waited for the alpha to arrive.

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TEN - ASTERAIA - NO HEART - SPIRIT'S SOUL