Started this joining thread on the hope that Arlette in this thread told Ruiko where SR went.. Didn't want to lose more LP. :(
The moment the pale she-wolf had notified him of Swift River’s move across the mountain, the tawny beast had wasted no time in collecting his mate and beginning the trek across the dangerous terrain. It was strange to him – the other side of the mountain had opened now, and according to @Arlette, the valleys of Relic Lore stretched on. Mountain of Dire was familiar to him – perhaps not as much as his uncle Honijo, now some of the other locals that frequented it often, but enough that he was able to locate one of the openings and lead he and his mate to the descent within the Vale of Secrets.
Had he been younger, and less pissed off at his brother, the tawny male likely would have ventured a bit further in hopes of finding his orange-eyed littermate. Yet a part of him knew Indru was gone forever – stealing his son away in the middle of the night and leaving behind a broken family.. he had nothing to return to but a swift death. Ruiko could recall the afternoon he had found Corinna, broken beyond possible repair, and as he remembered the desperation and misery in her green eyes, his heart only hardened more at the thought of the other Tainn.
Their travel took days. The Tainn male lost count of how many sunrises they had witnessed since parting from the Grove, but it took them awhile to navigate the scents that was his family. These lands were unknown to him, and every so often the tawny wolf would brush his shoulder against his mate’s in silent comfort – the eerie forest was also not as enticing as the beautiful forests that had surrounded Swift River.
His heart thrummed in his chest as they came upon the borders of what he had learned was ‘Oak Tree Bend.’ Corinna’s scent was overwhelming, as well as Triell’s, and the male felt a tug of relief. Casting his eyes to Aeylen, Ruiko then tilted his muzzle back and sang to the wolves of the pack. The note would crescendo across the afternoon sky – beckoning them forth with a joy he could only hope they would feel when they saw him as well. As his howl faded, he lowered his muzzle, his stance, once so regal and dominant, now falling to a more neutral stance as they waited.