He had come and gone to the Ruins once more. His search for Enera had led him with no trails, no traces, and no hints of her whereabouts. He opted to try the outskirting territories alongside the land of lore in vain. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that either she didn't want to be found, or it simply wasn't meant to be. Luca hoped that if there were children the other man had stepped up in his place. Regardless his anger had fizzled over. His heart had broken over someone he barely knew. What was graver in the matter was losing his home in Paradise Falls. And yet, the emotions surrounding the pack had settled. It was behind him now. He didn't want to return to the home his brothers had chosen nor take the long trek back up north. He wanted to move forward, whatever that looked like, and find purpose in his life.
It seemed that had brought him to a place within the lore he'd never been to before, and better yet, a meal. The grey man stood in the depths of the cool water with droplets dripping from his fur. A chinook clutched between his strong jaws, thrashing against his grip fruitlessly. Luca, unphased by the fish, casually strode out to the shoreline and plopped down to eat.
"HE SPEAKS"