Random Event: There is an active change in the Northern Lights! The sky lights up in greens, blues, and even shades of purple.
So much had changed since the last time he had ventured north. Sven had taken his time to mourn, @Attica his only comfort as he otherwise sought solitude from the others that might have tried their best but ultimately had failed Elettra, just as he felt he had. It was a difficult time, and his heart ached with a pain that felt permanent. He couldn't recall if he had missed even Piety as much as he now did his Nonna. Yet as time passed, the emotion began to ebb away, slowly but surely.
There was no guilt in moving on. Sven Archer knew only resolution.
His paws took him farther than the grove as he sought Leotie and her company's scents. No more waiting and wanting; his second birthday was now less than a month away and he would waste no more time in preparing for what was to come. This was a first step, not at all tentative. He would fulfill the promise he had made to the woman before branching out to her pack mates.
A pack, that's what it would seem they now were, he was discovering as he traveled deeper into the Wildwood. Their markers were concentrated and bold; boundaries had been set up. He had already sent up several prayers that their presence proved beneficial to the long-established Ridge. With the Caverns just a relic memory and the Hollow still despised by the pale boy, peace with these new neighbors was deeply wanted, and if they could eventually regard the wolves as allies, all the better to strengthen the Willow pack back to what it once was.
In addition to all this, though? He still had questions for the blue-eyed girl. Personal ones that might require friendship first. Hopefully, his own judgments and reservations would not step into the way.
The sun was all but set, dusk settling throughout the woods and awakening the crepuscular prey he intended to share with his sought-after hunting partner. Above him, the northern lights were already visible, their colors more vivid and varied than usual. Perhaps it was the cold, still air that was allowing the vision to travel so determinedly. The hues danced atop the snow and over the varied growth, slumbering and charred branches alike absorbing and reflecting.
He'd already discovered that elusive warren; he need only fetch the girl and they should have no issues meeting their goal.
Catching her scent trail at last, he zoned in, and once he'd drawn close enough, he chuffed into the air, beckoning for her to meet with him.