What could he say, he was growing road-weary. At first it had been his own doing, but lately not as much. Aranck was evil, had stolen Aithne from him, that beautiful alpha who took names and gave no cares for the opinions others might have of her decisions. She was wondrous and confident and had given him not only a hope, but a purpose, when Taviora bid him explore her lands.

Now he has nowhere other than passing by packs and training intermittently the younger generations. Sirius was one such student, but he had also trained a lovely youth named Feather who was taking tutelage from her sister Samia. It was rare to find students, but especially rare to find them while on the walkabout that he happened to be on.

Today, though, he is bedded along the cusp of Asteraia. He had managed to avoid the dangers of the night yet again-- but who knows whether he would or wouldn’t be able to survive another night like that. Another night with massive bears and savage cats haunting his every step.

He would find his next den, now, on his road to nowhere. He rises from the earth, out of the dirt den he had commandeered from an unfortunate badger he now had skinned and needed to travel south to salt in the ocean. Perhaps with this he could continue his collection.