At first Tiresias had been sure that it was a dream, for how long had it been since he had seen his sister, or any of his siblings for that matter, let alone heard their voices. Seen was not the right word, given his condition, but… interacted with? Spent time with? Sensed? Perhaps there had been a few times when he had crossed their scent and known that somewhere, far off, they were following Father, but there had been no interaction. There had been no joyous reunion, no conversation, no explanations, no tears, no emotions. And yet now somewhere in his subconscious he was sure that it was Shilo calling him, begging him to rise. At first the words were just his name, but then there was urgency, a beckoning to follow her, the need to leave… but the only thing that woke him from his smoke induced unconsciousness was the sharp tug of her teeth on his nape, tugging him upward. With a start, Tiresias rose and immediately began to cough, and then immediately once he was to his feet she was at his side, never once leaving him. A soreness spread over his scruff, and he thought back, wondering why a bruise had formed so quickly, and so he turned from his sister and stuck his nose to the ground, trying to pick up the scent of Eerie. He remembered only the embers that had burned his eyes, his façade, and that he had ran from her and subsequently gotten lost seeing has he could not use the senses that he normally would. He could not remember that she had grasped him, that she had tried to save him only to succumb to the smoke herself. But soon enough his body ran into her and Tiresias tugged on her scruff and screamed out her name through grinded teeth, hoping either the sound or the reverberation of his vocals on her scruff would wake her. And whether he had to drag her the whole way, using Shilo’s body as a guide, or she woke and moved with them, he didn’t care.

Whichever the scenario, fate was certainly on their side, for they were soon enough clear of the boundaries of the pack, though the heat of the fire still burned at their backsides. And then Tiresias felt Eerie tugging at him, pulling at him, and he had assumed that Shilo would stay at his side, stay with them. He tripped and stumbled, but he followed the femme he had come to know as his Mother. Each step was made with a high stepping stride so that he would not trip over anything in his way, no matter what it was be it rock or root or elsewise. For Tiresias was not only outside of his comfort zone, he was outside of his home entirely. The kalak had been able to move around Cold Summer well enough, because he had grown up there. He had known every path, walked everywhere there was to walk. But in the rest of the world, he was useless – he knew none of the world, knew none of the paths, none of the lands, none of the wolves. Except for… well except for this place. Tiresias was tired, and nearly every other stride he coughed, his lungs burning both from exhaustion and from the burns the fire had inflicted upon them. But he could smell something familiar – it was something sweet or dry… perhaps something sticky… but whatever it was it was a mixture of scents he remembered. And that could mean only one thing – they were near to the lake.

Tiresias smiled and pushed himself harder to keep up with her, but then bumped into her as Eerie stopped suddenly. The boy skidded in the deep sand and he scrambled backward, not used to the feeling of silt beneath him. But then – just then, he stood real still, frozen to the spot. For when he had backed up, his form had not touched anothers. When he had backed up, he had not run into Shilo. “Where… where is she? Where is my sister? And… Apollonia? Dear Fenris is she okay? Eerie you… you have to go find them. You have to! Why didn’t we take her with us?”