The sky was dark, the only light that was cast down onto the forests and mountains of the land was that of the stars and moon. The biting cold was replaced by spring a month or so ago, and now the days were getting hotter along with the nights. Most of the ice had melted, except in the areas where it stayed year round, and bushes, trees, ferns, flowers, and grass all prospered in the new season. New families had been created for both predator and prey, allowing the circle of life to continue. If he had to bet, Helidos had many new young, but he doubted that the same was for Erenyx. The pack just did not seem that all 'family friendly', even though there had been a few apprentices when he had called it home. He guessed they had to have more than Agavos, as they had none. It was expected though, the newly formed pack had formed by a bunch of wolves getting together just before the season of winter began, so it was no shocker. The pack was also pretty unknown to the others as of now, perhaps a few had found out. But not all. It was only a matter of time before others began to stumble upon them, or others escape the elder packs and join them. But he had to admit, the new group of wolves was growing quickly, and it was shocking to see how things played out so well in the early stages. That all, however, could fall quickly.

Where his duties as a warrior held him down during the day, the cover of night was his freedom. He could go where he pleased as his duties had been finished. He would need to be back before the end of sunrise though, to complete his morning rounds and such. He was the first Warrior of the pack, and for a while, was the only one. But now of course his job didn't take him as long, but he also missed being the only one. Was he disheartened about more joining? No, as a matter of fact he was happy to see that vagabonds took interest. It made protecting the borders much easier, but being the slightly antisocial brute he was, it also caused a lot of communication. Often enough he'd find himself stuck in situations that he wished not to be in, or other wolves would find him and such. Ranks also held a part, and although he liked respect and understood their necessity in a pack, it was sometimes a little over the top with those arrogant wolves. But no one could after all keep him out of the neutral lands. They were for everyone and packs and ranks did not matter as much as they do at the borders. Sure of course hostility still rang throughout it, and fights did break out, but no wolf was banned from anywhere. And he supposed that was part of the reason as to why he liked it so much. They were like a safe haven to him, and that he was thankful for.

So now, under the cover of night, he wandered about. Eventually coming to the dangerous peaks of Isle De Muerto. The area was hazardous and should be explored with another. But he could handle himself, and tonight was a lovely night. He doubted that anything bad would happen. There were barely any clouds in the sky, if not none, and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky. Showing off their beauty for all those whom chose to stay awake during their reign with the moon. The late hours of the day were one of his favorites, for many reasons. He blended in well and there was a less likely chance that he would be disturbed, the eerie but calming silence, and of course, the view. Where as the land prospered and shined throughout the day in a beautiful way, the night was completely different. Their hues were darkened and all seemed to rest to prepare for their long show on the morrow. And many of the other animals came out as well. Owls hunted the skies for prey and the nocturnal rodents scrambled about looking for food. Larger animals came out as well, hunting for that meal that would fill them up for a day or two. There were many dangers in the dark, and that is why many wolves feared or slept through it. However their were also dangers during the day, but he guessed that you could also see better then too.

As he advanced up the mountain's slope he let his mind wander. 'What could be going on in the lands I once called home. Would father and mother be gone now? Or would they still be alive? What about their love? Are they still separated, or living happily together now? My brothers, have they had children? Am I an uncle? What about Iris? Is she alright? And that brute she had met, do they have a family now? He paused looking up to the sky, his amber orbs reflecting the light of the moon. "Am I falling behind?" he whispered. He had never thought much about it, but it seemed now that he might as well be. Calling a new land home. Joining a pack only to betray it and join one that had now deemed future? What had he been doing in the time that he had come here. The Female Delta of Erenyx, Ariste, had put great trust in him. He had vowed to give his life to that pack, but what would she say now the nest time they met? She seemed like a good ally to have, and she seemed almost willing to get closer to him if they had tried. But he had left, and perhaps his chance of moving forward had been missed. He had broken his first promise in this land, but he supposed he was not the only one whom had. He doubted that anyone from that pack even remembered him. He had not made much of a mark before he left. He was a warrior, yes, but he had not done much.

But he guessed that didn't matter much anymore. He had not seen the vixen once since then, and he doubted he would anytime soon. It had been a long time since he had seen someone from Erenyx, and he wished he had. Even though his loyalties now lay with Agavos, he was still curious as to how things have been lately. There must be news now, with the new season and all, but he could be wrong, and everything could have remained the same. As he neared a top of a slope that branched off to a cliff he spotted a lone wolf, a she-wolf by the looks of it, staring up at the sky. He stood silently for a few minutes as he watched her. Her brown colored frame was sat down a few feet away from the edge, and she was facing away from him. So the looks of her face were unknown. But the scent she carried, told him of one thing that was beneficial. She was from Erenyx. He let out a quiet sigh, if all went well he could find the answers to the questions he wished to know. Or she could take it the wrong way and get all protective of her homelands. If that happened he would provoke her no further, he did not want to ruin this beautiful night.

His ears perked as she said a wondrous thing. It was true, not many saw the darkness enough to know the light. And that is what took away many things from it. Without pain, none would know happiness. And until they learned of what that meant, almost all of their happiness could be false. He walked forward then, his paws leaving his tracks on the graveled dirt. His voice was soft as he spoke, as if he did not want to disturb the silence much. But he also did not want to frighten the fae. "What you say is true, milady. Without knowing of the harsh cruelties of the world, one will never know of true beauty and happiness. Though not all choose to believe that." He looked out into the skyline for a moment before turning his gaze to her face, taking into memory what he had not seen before. "Please trust that I mean you no harm, but you looked so peaceful out here that I had to join you. If wishing to be alone is what you seek, I can leave to your request miss, but allow me to introduce myself before you do I am Warrior Desoto of Agavos. You may or may not have heard of us yet, but we are new so I won't be offended if you have not. I once belonged to the pack you called home. So tell me, dear, what might your name be?"

(Holy crab cakes this is long xD)