WOOT. Alright, since it's backdated, I'm going to make this as Aiden's descent into the new lands from the old ones, as he had originally come to see what had happened to Storm. So Tayui will definitely be the first person he meets. XD Oh yeah, what form is Tayui in? 
Things were unbelievably confusing. The dark wolf had come to make a life in the place of his birth after years of absence, only to find that home immolated in what must have been an incredible inferno. Nothing was left, and what stood now were soot-soaked reminders of what had been; shadows being overtaken by tiny new sprigs of growth, soon to fall and be reclaimed by the earth as the new forest grew in its place.
Aiden Oriel now descended the southern face of the mountain range south of the old Bleeding Souls. There were packs nearby in this direction; he'd passed them on his original trek north. Still bound to sort out his life outside the dependency on his grandparents, the ebony male had decided to see what he could make of himself in this new land. Perhaps it could truly be a blank slate and a fresh start, especially if no one outwardly knew who he was, or what he had caused. The deaths of each of your family was a heavy burden to bear.
The luperci picked his way with moderate effort down the mountains, his shifted form allowing him the dextrous use of his hands, making the trek somewhat easier than it would have been. Twice his cross necklace had been caught on ragged twigs jutting out amongst the rocky terrain, and he wore his second, more delicate necklace tightly wrapped around his right wrist, the black stone pendant tucked safely into the wrappings of the cord.
In the distance, not too far, Aiden's blue eyes picked up the ghostly white form of another of his kind, and he drew in a breath from the wind. The stranger's scent was definitely female, but there was something else about it, something that whispered through his mind and tickled the barest edges of his youngest memories. Curious, the black werewolf moved in her direction, figuring that she was probably a relative of someone from his childhood. It was an unexpected tie to his past, but easily dismissed. The familiarity wasn't strong enough that this could possibly be someone from his puppyhood, so there was no harm in approaching. As he neared, his gravelly baritone drifted over the birdsong of the twilight hours. Evening miss. It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?
Table by Tay
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