Shaddix was slowly exploring Moladion. He recognized bits and pieces from his youth, but things had changed a great deal. The pale wolf with his russet markings had garnered as much from his sire after crossing paths with him the season before. It made him wonder even more of what had become of his mother's pack. He was contemplating returning there, as the scent of the plains had clung to Reaver. At least that beast still resided in his birth pack.

The white brute padded along with his head raised and ears erect. As he departed the forest towards the fields, he almost immediately felt more at home. The tundra was nice and all with its vast, open spaces, but the swaying summer grass was a comfort. The breeze rustling the grass was a familiar sound that brought a smile to his face. This, this was close to home. Yet his nose crinkled slightly. With the wind came the smell of smoke.

His emerald orbs did not see signs of fire in the fields at the moment, but as he cast his attention southward, he could see it raising from within Diveen. Ah, that would do it, he mused as he altered course away from the plateaus and in a slightly more northward direction, having chosen a less direct route to Asteraia. His tail flicked slightly as he prowled the fields. Was he really ready to go back? Shaddix needed to know more of what had become of his mother's pack, of his birthplace before he crossed that threshold. After all, if he was not welcome there now, then this situation would need to be rectified. He simply required more information.