Morning came quietly as ever as the rays stretched out across the tops of the trees and each individual blade of grass as if to say good morning. A low fog rolled through the lands as the world eagerly tried to disperse the water back in to the sky from which it came. This particular morning was colder than normal and even the woodland creatures felt the chill in their bones. The birds chirped from the warmth of their nests and even the squirrels kept huddled together for as long as they could. Spring was always a wary season when it came to weather, but there were some who found it almost relaxing.

In fact, the early morning fog gave way to one such creature; a behemoth of fur and scars. The dire's head swung low with each step, his nose taking in the damp world around him and the pollen that clung to each droplet as it was sucked from its temporary home back up to the sky. He had been on this particular stretch of land for a day and a half, following the fleeting smells of wolves that had passed through the area. Tiberius let out a low growl as the scent he had been following disappeared once more from his grasp. The dire lifted his head and squinted, crystalline blue eyes searching through the still dimly lit forest. The sun had only just begun peeking through and his eyes were still well adjusted to the darkness of the wood he found himself in. With a long inhale and a huff, the male pressed forward through the thicket and in to a small open patch of grass. 

"Damn," came the low rumbles of his voice as he looked around. His nose, however, was sent in to a frenzy as he entered the small clearing; the scents had come anew and in a quantity he had not quite expected. It was clear to him that he had crossed that fateful border of no mans land in to...well, someone's land. Tiberius' head rose as he searched the thinning tree line around him, fur beginning to stand on end. At the ripe age of three, he was all too aware of how loners in a sea of pack lands worked. Yet the vagabond paused for a moment in his heightened state to think about his current situation. He was a loner, a mercenary for hire, and he was getting forever older. Perhaps...perhaps settling was not the worst that could become of him? The dire snorted as the thought crossed his mind; packs these days were rare to accepting drifters like him; but there was never any harm in forming alliances with other packs, no?

As the minutes ticked by and he fought with himself, the only cons Tiberius could manage were simply: he did not belong anywhere. He...was not sure he belonged anywhere. Yet despite the short list, the list of why it may be a good idea for him to find a home surpassed those negatives. So with a heavy sigh, a roll of his eyes, and a heart pounding out of his chest, Tiberius lifted his muzzle to the yellow morning sky and bellowed out a call to any around. Surely, if his assumptions were right, then he hadn't been alone at all for some time. 

- For context
- End of Reign

Tiny paws tapped along the shore of a small river. A beautiful spring sunset was spilling over the water, coloring it in hues of orange and pink. The constant rumbling calmed the little puppy -- and it was also the only trail she could follow. Her home den was by a lake, and she knew rivers flowed into lakes. So, she had been following the first river she saw for a day and a half now, looking to find her way back home. She was so sure of herself when she ran away form the jackal lady - she had a whole plan laid out and knew exactly what she as going to do. She didn't yet know how big the world is, and how many places where a pup can get lost in there really were.

    'If you don't stray too far and you follow your nose -- you'll always find your way back to us.' 

    Her mama used to say to her, when she'd lose her way. But she wasn't lost back then, not really. Home always used to be just a short sprint away, she needed only howl for help and mom or dad were there to show her the way home. Now -- now she had strayed too far. Now, she was truly lost. She was beginning to realize that, and a stinging fear began to grip her, a feeling she'd never known before. It felt colder than the coldest water, and it was sharper than the sharpest stone. It was the fear of being really, truly, alone.

    She couldn't find her way forward, and she couldn't trace her way back either. She'd howled, many times. But the jackal lady didn't come. Her mama didn't come, nor papa. Her tummy was tucked so far up against her back that she'd lost the rounded belly look of a puppy. Her eyes had sunk back in their sockets and her head drooped down -- she looked overly miserable. Not eating for just two days had quickly stumped her energy, and another day without food would likely leave her stranded on a rock, awaiting to be picked off by an opportunistic eagle. 

    She didn't stop though. Whenever she did, the fear she felt would paralyze her, so she kept walking. Her paws ached, and her head swam with thoughts of her parents, her sister, and the jackal lady telling her that her parents are dead, and that if she runs off -- she'll die. But even in this dreadful situation, she refused to accept any of it. Her parents were not dead. They would come back -- they probably did already! And she wasn't there. They were probably looking for her right now. She just had to find them. Perhaps over the next turn of the river, she'd see the lake, smell the familiar scents of her home and find her mother and father fishing by the shore. She puled back her head -- it swung a little on her thin neck before she steadied herself -- and she howled again : a weak, but clear call for help.

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