Spring.

Kaphiri was glad for the warmness to the breeze, the softening of the ground, the sweet smell of new blooms teasing their full entrance into the world. The cold hurt his large patch of missing fur, and his efforts into coat making had gone into a present he was waiting to give Amrei... perhaps next winter, he would be better prepared. He couldn't even remember if he'd had his draped around his shoulders the day he and Safiya found the set in the storm --perhaps he wouldn't have frozen if he had?-- but he wished it would've come with him into Mythris.....
No matter. Avon, he'd come to understand, was a place he could truly start over. Nobody here... had known him before. Safiya, though he'd long awaited her return and searched the nearby territories for, was long gone. While the priest wasn't entirely sure what to apply himself to, he was dedicated to helping the pack place its roots. He was trying to figure out what skills he could still use, which turned out to be... a shocking amount of them, for the man who'd been told he couldn't do that anymore to more things he'd enjoyed in life than not.
If his Mother had been trying to manipulate or mold him into something else, he was very, very sure she'd failed. Fear had been the only thing instilled in the young Stormhorse, and for so long, he'd assumed he couldn't do basic things like run or hunt. He thought all he had was his dark thoughts and the herbs he'd come to resent so much.
Some part of him had always, perhaps, always felt the injustice of it. The wrongness.
Amrei was the light in what had become a floating abyss of uncertainty, illuminating everything he could still accomplish. For himself, for the pack, for her -- for them. He was thankful for her, thanked God for her every night before he fell asleep with his face buried in her ebony pelt and every morning he woke to her warmth next to him.

Things had been changing within the pack; he felt the shift more than saw it with his own eye, but that was not to say he couldn't see what was happening despite being half blind. Archon was gone, and Kaphiri felt his heart ache for the splintered family - he didn't know what'd happened, and would not be so rude as to ask, but he thought Fable and the girls might benefit from a friendly face checking in on them every here and again.
But then, Fable had been joined by family of her own. Silver linings, small blessings from Saeiqa to urge one not to give up.

When their sole leader called, Kaphiri didn't hesitate to join her, placing himself in a neat sit directly beneath the rosy woman and turning his gaze upwards to listen with a warm smile in return.

She spoke of new beginnings, of her family members that had found Avon, and what she hoped the kingdom could be with them all helping form it. There were new ranks! Kaphiri listened, keen, but was beginning to fear he would just keep a generalized rank and continue helping where he could as the list went on... and then she got to the last one. Surely, communing to nature and being a bridge between this world and the supernatural.... well, that wasn't far off from who he was already, was it?

I would be a Cleric, he breathed with a smile, But I can train the next generation of healers, if need be, Matriarch.