Out along the edges of the Scowle, Niles the Dethroned had taken up refuge on the pack borders. Skoll was asleep at this time of day and that meant it was a prime time for the younger Archer-Lyall to think all he'd like and do whatever he could to keep himself moving forward. As much as he told himself that he didn't need Skoll or Morganna, he knew deep down that he did need them and that they were crucial to his survival at this point in his life. He was a widower, once a Leader of a pack, a failed Queensguard, and a forgotten prince whose ties to Torbine seemed lost forever. Castel might have told him that his name and his titles meant nothing; Niles, on the other paw, figured they wouldn't mean anything if he didn't do anything.
With Celandine now in charge as his sister's second-in-command, Niles also found that he was free to do as he pleased - so long as it was productive. He meandered about until his large paws met the frozen edges of the Lagoon, letting the cracking underfoot announce his coming and going. Eventually, he found his way to the Weir; and, where it should have been abundant with the springtime fireflies, the air was simply muted in a dusty yellow glow. His lumbering figure was bowed as he laid down at the water's edge, his ears laid back and his tail tucked close to his flank; he was not the sort of beast that guarded the Scowle but the kind that wept from its penchant for solitude.
we can say goodbye, just head home, but if we're going to be alone
Chimera is currently traveling with Niles and may hop into this IC thread!