He still didn’t know what possessed him to be gone for so long... Long enough that the scent of his pack was so faint on his fur as to no longer be detectable. There were pups on the way... but strangely, the thought no longer crossed his mind. No longer gnawed at him as it once had. There was a rift in his soul, and he wasn’t his usual loyal caring self anymore. There was change in the heavy air.

He just needed to get to the bottom of it all. Rolu, Vander, Wille, Rebecca... Why had they abandoned them? It didn’t register in his thoughts that he too had abandoned his pack. To his twisted way of thinking he was on an errand to round up the wayward wolves and chase them back with the golden wolf snapping on their heels. Perhaps he was going mad?

His state had left him thin, not as thin as he had been with the winter, but thin enough to speak of a pack that no longer took his care as important. His coat was loosing its luster and so was his purposeful step, though he wouldn’t admit it himself. He was a loner again.

The thought echoed at the back of his mind and he suppressed it with a growl. He would never just walk out on his family. Kinis was the only wolf he refused to think on any more. The boy was gone. Just like Maia, just like his birth pack. The boy was beyond his reach.

Occasionally, he would catch whiff of a familiar scent, following it until the trail ended, never quite putting a name or a face to the scent. Such things were now unimportant to the rogue, and while his steps were made with purpose, his direction was aimless. He didn’t know where to start, so he made his way back to the tree he had called his den when he met both Wille and Rebecca. It was still as cold and stale as it should be after months abandoned and he decided to make it his base of operations. He would find them, and he would dig more into what had happened to his sister, and what part Volkan’s brother played in his sisters disloyalty.