He was on the move again. After his pit stop in the grove, Blitz had turned west. It wasn't on a whim that he had chosen that direction. Instead of drifting aimlessly, this time he traveled with purpose. He had a destination in mind and a curiosity to sate. By the time his paws carried him to the edges of the great Cedarwood forest, the weather had taken a turn. The skies were dark with heavy clouds, a sign of the storm blowing in. His eyes remained upturned to the foreboding scene a moment longer. Winter was here, and if he were to make it through the season, he would need to find a pack, and soon.
What brought him here on this investigatory mission was to see if the pack of Grizzly Hollow still stood. The last pack he had once been a part of. He had been less than a joyous presence among the ranks and despised the closed in feeling the many cedar trees gave him, but it had been a home nonetheless. It was more than that to his mute sister, Pip. It had shaped her into a new kind of wolf. If she were still around, which he had every reason to believe, then he'd be a terrible brother for not checking up on her. Hours had passed, and when he began to draw near where the former borders lie, the sky had opened up. Large white snowflakes, numbering in the thousands, rained down to cloak the land. His inky black fur was dusted in a healthy lining of white powder, whilst he struggled to make out shapes in front of him, shrouded in mist. Yet as he pressed on, it was the absence of life...of wolves, that told him all he needed to know. There were no borders now. The forest was abandoned. His ears fell back, a frown tugging at his maw as he thought of his sister. Where had they all gone, and why? Here he had returned to what was most familiar in the Lore, only to find it wiped clean away.