The nostalgia gripped him hard and he hung his pale head in sadness. Nearly overcome with the grief that the memories brought him the old wolf decided to head back the way that he had come and leave these reminders of a more joyful time behind him. He had just taken a few steps back towards where he had met Chantille and Ash, whom he assumed lived in these rugged foothills when the sound of thundering hooves was quickly followed by a sharp yelp of pain and then by a voice yelling, "KODA!" The panic in the voice was enough to capture his attention, but the name that it uttered froze him in time. Koda. There was no way that it could be his young friend. Everyone had died in the fire. Everyone, but him. The name was uncommon... but, that didn't mean it didn't belong to some other random wolf...
The frantic call finally got through his fugue and Cisco was galvanized into motion. Whoever it was needed help. He didn't know what he could do, but he would certainly do his best. He shook his head to clear it of the random flashes of a pale wolf pup playing at the feet of his best friend, Brennor. The boy had been the spitting image of his sire, even then. Between the intermittent banks of thick mist and his wayward thoughts, he nearly plowed into a dark male wolf as he peered anxiously over the edge of a cliff. Cisco skidded to a stop and jumped to the right to avoid him. In the process, his front paws slipped out from under him and his right claws actually lost their purchase on the rocky terrain, slipping off of the edge for a moment, before he regained his footing with a racing heart. He'd almost gone over the ledge! He was sure that the other wolf had noticed him, but he seemed much more concerned about whatever was over the edge.
Mumbling an effusive apology, Cisco was drawn back to the edge, despite the potential danger of an angry wolf. Now standing half a dozen feet from the stranger, he moved closer to the edge much more carefully. He leaned forward carefully and his deep brown eyes went wide at the sight below him. "Brennor?" His voice was a shaky whisper. He gazed down at the pale silver and cream wolf. The thick pelt, the build, the coloring were all right. But the age was not. This wolf lacked the greying around the muzzle that his old friend would have had, just as he himself did. This wolf was younger, but he was Brennor incarnate. Cisco knew that if he could look the fallen wolf in the eyes, that they would be the color of golden honey, just like his father. This wasn't his old friend. This was his son. Somehow, the fates had spared him from the disastrous wildfire so long ago. He knew this young man. "Koda..." His voice trailed off, trembling as he wondered if the boy was still alive...