Lubomir had thought long and hard about this journey. After his enjoyable time with Simon, he had nearly turned around to head back to Dahlia. The days were short and cold now, with the promise of a warm cozy den enough to make any sane wolf return. But now, teetering on the brink, he decided to take the plunge. The gray male did not head back north-east, to the packlands where he now belonged. Instead, swinging westwards, he thought of what Ember had told him, those many days ago. About the pack she was now in. AniWaya. Where Tayui and Pilot also were.
Perhaps the journey and grief had made him mad, but Lubomir was convinced he still could be companion to his old leaders. He had liked them both, their sharp minds and instincts, their dedication to knowledge and their relentless quest for something more than what it could offer. Life had not been bad at all in Shadowed Sun and now that he recalled it, some of the best months of his life, outside the Old Country, had been spent there. Lubomir had learned the value of knowledge and friendship, and consequently lost someone dear to him. But had he died in the great crossing of the Wide Frozen Plains he would never have come here. The borders of AniWaya growing ever closer, Lubomir's gait slowed to a trot, careful not to intrude. This would certainly prove... worthwhile.
