Finally he had found it, the place where he had tracked down the scent of that grey female. Possibly even his sister amongst their ranks. Tullio stood before the great mountain range, blue eyes weary and tired from the journey. Could she really be here? The scent was faint but there, barely traceable. Yet something else stood out to him, bringing back old memories from when he was just a pup. No, it couldn't be. Were wolves of the Isblod here? Better to try and find out then try to march in and start demanding things.

Sigrun's harsh temperament had rubbed off on him, along with her bullheadedness. He had better pull that back while he still had the chance. The red wolf let loose a friendly but all business howl, letting all within the territory that he was here and meant no harm. Maybe Tullio could even find a home here, if it was suitable enough. The howl died down after a few seconds, once again leaving the world silent and dark. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

Skill: [none]

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Euphemia, now a pillar of Dawnbreak, felt the almost-soul crushing weight of responsibility. This was what she had wanted. To be the Pillar of Wisdom was a goal she had for over a year now, and it was finally hers – at the expense of voting against her twin, and widening the chasm between them – and she mustn’t fail.

Not after everything that had happened. She must do better. Starting....

now.

Euphemia become accustomed to roaming the borders. Maybe this task was more suited for those of Power or Courage, but it was what Euphemia knew how to do. Wisdom was such a fleeting, ephemeral concept – one that the woman wasn’t sure she had at all, now that she thought about it.

So, she walked the borders and hoped that a guest might appear, so that she could twirl them around in front of Tiberii and Nottin and Aurelia and Adonis and say “see? I can be useful too!”

With the slightest noise being enough to draw her attention, a full-blown summons was quickly heeded. Walking out of the treeline, Euphemia was once again surprised to see the atmosphere as dull and dark as it was during the night, out beyond Dawnbreak just as it was within. She was still getting used to the eternal darkness and glowing blue fissures.

Might be something a certain Pillar of Wisdom should do something about.

– and there she was, on the verge of being consumed by guilt over her supposed inaction, when she laid eyes upon the man from the storm. Tullio.

The brightness and boldness of her smile were enough to brighten the scene. She yipped in welcome, feeling the lightness of the surprise in her body. Hi! Wow! She greeted, waltzing right up close and offering him an embrace. She thought about him from time to time. She often wondered what happened to the man... What happened to him, after they had clung together to save their very lives?

After you survive a snowstorm together, a hug is certainly warranted.

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The darkened world still seemed to cling on. It brought about ruin and depression in many of the creatures. But not this young wolf. Tullio still held on to hope. Hope that the light of Spring would soon return and welcome the land with open warm arms. The souls of Mythris certainly deserved it.

Speaking of warm souls, a very familiar face soon answered his call, making her presence known at the pack borders. Euphemia came bounding up to him, soon enveloping him in a cheerful embrace. It brought a smile to his face that he hadn't felt in many moons.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I didn't know you lived here. Tullio was beaming now in his own way, tail hitting the ground hard in a playful wag. Then again, he was always more light hearted and playful with the fairer sex. Such was his demeanor.