Shade found himself in a backwash of a place, once more; this was where he had first found his sister again along with the psychotic wolf named Yoru. He barely ever visited this place; it brought back too many memories of the past. The past where he was in Willow Ridge, it had always been before he challenged Reed for second. It was back when he first started. He cursed silently to himself under the full moon. The swampy terrain was almost frozen from the winter weather. It looked so much different as it once had. He was always on the prowl, talking to every wolf he met about the possibility of them looking for a pack. He did not want to raise his children as he had, but he would if he needed to.
Shade wanted a good life, a better life then he once had; by now Elettra ought to know that him and Rosealia fled the pack. They had disappeared at the same time and hadn’t returned for over a month now. He no longer bore the scent of a pack and he showed no dominance. His weary bones were tired for he had traveled far that day. He could rest here. He had left Rosealia back in Red Fern Forest, her scent had already began to change and it was dangerous to have her go any close to Elettra then she already was. There was a risk that they were being tracked. He wouldn’t put it past Elettra to get revenge on them.
Shade had met another lone wolf, who if it happened, would join with them in the rise of a pack. But it seemed that every wolf was already in a pack, and he refused to take a wolf from another pack. No, he had Rose and himself, those were the only wolves taken from the pack and they had left of their own accord.