Kane's defeat had come as an utter and complete surprise to Atlas. He had been born within the kingdom of angels, grandson to the reigning king and queen and son to the future king. It had never given the boy a sense of entitlement, in fact his heritage had imposed quite the opposite upon his development. He felt that his life needed to have purpose, that if he could live up to the greatness that had been passed down through the generations of his family that he would make his parents proud of him. When Isola's call for the pack had come Atlas had moved to the outskirts of Diveen, finding himself uncertain of his future. His parents moved with the mass exodus as they headed towards Spirane's mountains in the distance. But Paravana was not among them. Emil moved away from the borders, but did not follow the larger group. Atlas felt himself torn between remaining behind to search for Paravana, following the majority of his family, or sticking with his brother. No matter what, he refused to linger within Diveen and dally over the details of why Covet had come to take his childhood home from his family. Achilles had been banished, and as a son of Achilles the message was clear that he was not welcome either. So while Covet rested on his laurels, his broken frame gathering the scanty few wolves who chose to stay, Atlas quickly searched the familiar lands for his sister. But it was to no avail, her scent weak or absent entirely from the places she would usually frequent.

As the sun dipped low that day, Atlas was one of the last wolves to evacuate Diveen, moving out into the expanses of Ruieze Fields to rest for the night. If Paravana came back, he had to warn her of what had happened. Then maybe they could meet up with Emil and the three children of the true heir to Diveen would decide what to do next. But the following morning broke with no sign of his sister. He was nervous of her whereabouts, but the more he dwelled upon it the more he realized how fretful his mother must be in not knowing the location of any of her children. The thought pushed the young warrior to his paws and saw him set off at a lope towards the looming form of mountains upon the western horizon. He had to make sure that everyone who had left Diveen had reached their destinations safely, and let his mother know that he was ok - that he would find Emil and Paravana and all would be well.

It was early afternoon before Atlas' destination finally felt within reach. The mountains were immense, and it seemed that no matter how long he traveled he was no closer. But the familiar scent of the river and the nearby woodland told him he was close. The sounds of the Aplos River's steady flow made his darkened ears flick forward, remembering that night as vividly as if it had been only yesterday rather than two seasons past. From time to time Atlas still found himself wondering about Fiammetta, the shewolf he had rescued that night from the clutches of a horrific black wraith. He slowed to a walk, glancing down at his left shoulder, where two long scrapes had healed and scarred over. He could not help but wonder if she had survived after they had parted ways, though she seemed to be a fighter and he doubted that she would have perished. For a moment the gradient pelted lad delayed his progression towards the mountain pack's borders, moving instead to stand at the river's edge simply look out across it as he pondered about what had happened that night. But as he parted the tall reeds and grasses that lined the river bank at this point he startled a duck into flight, and his pelt bristled in alarm at the sudden commotion it made.

Pale yellow eyes had grown wide for a moment, but when he realized it was only a duck a look of slight amusement replaced his surprise, thinking himself perhaps a bit on edge due to the memories he held of this place. Backing away from the river's edge he snorted to himself before drawing another breath, only to find himself stunned by the scent that wafted in his direction. His head lifted slightly and he moved around an outward bend of the river to reveal the form of none other than Fiammetta. She stood defiantly along the riverbank, tail lifted in dominance and her gaze searching for whomever lingered just out of sight. Atlas hesitated only for a moment before coming forth to reveal himself to her, his tail moving in a slow and steady rhythm, lifted away from his hind legs but postured only in a friendly manner. "Fiammetta... it is only me." He hoped she would not look upon him as only a reminder of that night and desire to be rid of him, but if she sent him away he would go. He only wanted to make sure she was ok, that her wounds had healed well. "Are you...mmm...well?" His eyes looked upon her only with curiosity, having seen her at perhaps her worst and incapable of passing judgment upon her appearance than. It would be no different now.