Shrike didn’t stick around for what she believed was the forecast of Saboro’s inevitable finish. As the rolling waves of fog began blotting out the sky, the Nightwalker snapped up her son in a firm grasp and vanished in the wake of Saboro’s destruction.

The woman grew spikes and jagged edges and forced the ideal that she was above abandonment. And as they pressed on, her eyes grew hard, heart adopting a similar concrete and she told herself that she didn’t birth failures. They were alive somewhere, somehow. With Kappa, strong and capable; though her heart twanged painfully for his company. With Croatoan, or Nereid, or all by themselves where they would be forced to grow up too soon, but in exchange they would have their life and the skills it took to survive. 

Just like their mom. 

Like mother dearest who was last seen on the run; fleeing with only one of four children and no partner or sibling because her life was invaluable and she had a keen eye for seeing trouble before it struck. Shrike was a survivor, and though her mind shrieked with her betrayal, she forged on. Saboro would know her loyalty no longer.

With a child in tow, her pace would gradually slow until it came to an eventual stop in the green lands of Gemini. Steel, for once, was quiet on their journey; looking far too forlorn for a three month old child, though his silence wasn’t unappreciated. Later, she would try to explain. Later, they would move on together, because now together was all they had. But for now they both sat solemnly on foreign soil. 

Shrike peered bleakly into the territory; all parts of her body seemingly weighed down by the same ball chains and anchors. She didn’t even have the strength to speak; clutching the small child between her front legs, content to languish forever upon their border unless someone else should arrive.

Nyx, a young dire wolf was taking a gamble that was going to change her entire life. She was going to take a chance and join a pack that a lone stranger pointed her out to. She didn't know much, but something in her gut told her to join this pack. She walked with powerful steps up until a strong scent hit her nose. The young female took a look around, it seemed she was in the right place. It was obvious to her that she was outside the pack's borders, so she decided to stay where she was for her own safety. She may be a dire wolf, but she wasn't enough for an entire pack of wolves. Nyx was wandering the lands in search of a pack of strength, and she was hoping she would find it here. She stood with grace as she lifted her head letting out a large howl to let someone know that she was at their borders. Her form looked powerful, but also with grace as she stood waiting patiently. In this case, patience was a virtue, especially in this situation. Anyone who knew Nyx would know she was a strong and capable wolf, and with good reason, yet her true test would start here. Nyx knew to mind her manners here, as this was a foreign pack. She was clean and well groomed as always. Nyx didn't need hope, for it was either you got it or you didn't. She knew that she definitely had potential to join. Her purple colored gaze looked at the borders, waiting for any sign of life to approach. Nyx showed no sign of fear, only confidence. She was curious of what she was walking into.

Once again he had come here though why he didn't know. This place was for couples with chicks to raise and care for and he did not even have a mate and really wasn't particularly interested in finding one. Not that he didn't believe in the romance of love but rather because he wasn't interested in going out of his way to find someone. Perhaps he was being lazy, or maybe even vain, but he would prefer to be the one courted rather than be the one doing the courting. As he gazed at the mountains in the distance feeling the wind in his feathers he noticed something interesting. Shapes moving on the ground that weren't usually there, and now that he thought about it he had already passed by some nests that were normally quite busy at this time but that were instead vacant. Using his keen vision he zoomed in on the shapes below and lo and behold the shapes were wolves! It had been a long time since wolves had been around here, at least in these numbers. Occasionally there might be one or two around perhaps a few more but this..this looked almost like a pack and who knew perhaps it was. That would explain the vacant nests, although there were always other possibilities. Perhaps he would endeavor to find out for certain. Of course that meant he would have to find somewhere to land right? Hm. He wasn't too sure.

It was fairly normal for his fellow avians to talk on the wing but he wasn't sure about how to go about talking to wolves. He wasn't even sure if he perched in a tree if they would be able to hear him all the way down there, on the ground, where they just..walked every where. It must be awful tiring..walking. Flying, especially soaring, was much better, much easier. Walking he was not a fan of. Perhaps since wolves could not fly, at least as far as he was aware, and he could he should liven things up for them? Yes. He could do that. He should do that. And so he would. Rather than perching in a tree somewhere and trying to call down to maybe not even be heard he would simply fly low, though not low enough for even a mountain lion to jump and grab him, and call out in a piercing shriek. "Hello wolves! Are you a pack?".

He would then circle the area waiting for a reply from any of the wolves he had seen before his descent, assuming of course that could understand him, but of course he hadn't considered whether birds and wolves even spoke the same language before he had called out..guess he would find out now.