Initum

Aylen acted as if she didn't hear Juno. She focused on everything else but the spirit wolf, not wanting to see the wolf at all. It sort of worked too because Aylen didn't see Juno at the corner of her eyes anymore. "Im sorry I couldn't save you guys." The words came out of her mouth in low whispers.

"Fine then, I'm sorry I didn't save you. Not, you dare call yourself an Ignis wolf? Where's the pride? Where's the do the impossible or die trying? Where is all that?!" Juno growled. "You might not be able to see me, but you will hear me. You know what spirits do when their bond dies? They haunt if the death was preventable." She whispered into Aylen's ear.

Aylen's ears twitched but she did not even glance at Juno. Yes, she was an Ignis wolf, but an Ignis wolf gone rouge. She could not remember anything, and it was tearing her apart. She wanted to know, needed to know what had happened before she woke up. Helping her to try and remember her past would most likely not be on the Alpha's list of things to do. It would be selfish of her to stay and focus on herself when other wolves needed help and had things to do. She'd just get in the way.

Aylen growled and turned, pausing for a mid-second, she bolted. Running deeper into the forest, she focused on the drumming of her paws on the ground, the wind combing through her fur, and the sounds of the nightlife of the forest.

It was really too easy for Juno, the she-wolf Aylen could never outrun her. All she had to do was match each of Aylen's steps and movements perfectly, one of her abilities from her birth-pack. As she followed her, Juno thought about how Aylen was so selfish, if she could see the night her comrades all teamed together to save Aylen. If only she could see... That gave the silver wolf a great idea.

Aylen's gait slowed to a lope as the smell of ash, brimstone and burnt trees became more dominant. A flash of a memory peirced her and caused her to come to a stop.

Aylen was standing on some sort of pedestal looking down at a pack of wolves. Her wolves to be exact. They answered to her, not Regulus. They were her family. She let out a growl of approval as they started to head out. They didn't need words to encourage them to let the bloodlust take over them. The bloodlust was always with them, mocking them, haunting them, encouraging them to fight. All wolves were natural killers, but her wolves were different. They craved the kill, they craved war. To get into a fight, knowing it's life or death. To taste the blood on their muzzles. Aylen jumped off the pedestal and followed after her pack.

Aylen's lips curled back, revealing her ivory teeth as she began to walk again. Her silent growl encouraging her to move faster. It gave her hope for some reason. It made her think that maybe her wolves were there, at the clearing waiting for her to return and lead them to victory.

Sorvon sat silently by a stream, looking at it, his head slightly cocked. He was breathing deep in and out, and was curious why the stream had formed here. It didn´t seem natural to him at all, but he could be wrong too, maybe it was just a natural stream. He sighed softly and laid down. He closed his eyes and thought.