After finding Tinley's body the former bloodbreaker had hesitated returning to the heights. He had remained by her grave for days afterward questioning if there was anything left for him in the heights or even the lore. In the end he had made the trek back to his mountain home leaving his friend and partner behind. It was the first time that he had ever left her behind and it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.
No matter how many fights he'd been in or wolves he'd killed nothing was as hard as losing her.
His progress as he made his way back up the mountain and through the paths that would lead him to his pack was slow. It was only made slower by the snow and by the time he finally reached the border he had been gone much longer than he had thought he was going to be.
He stopped before reaching the border. The whole way back he'd still wasn't sure he was making the right decision. Should he return to the pack she had chosen? Should he return home to the bloodbreakers? Pyriel just couldn't be sure for the first time in his life he was unsure of what he should do next. None of his training had prepared him for the day he would lose Tinley.
The green eyed male plopped himself in the snow starting at the place he knew the invisible line that separated him from the heights to lie.