No one could have seen this coming. It was a disaster to be sure. Cyrus didn't see the dreams or hear the voices. But he did not need to, in order to find out just how horrible things were getting. The Windseeker took off like an eagle, fleeing as fast as he could towards the call of Valeska. In the first year that he had lived amongst them, becoming one of her pack, Cyrus had finally felt like he found somewhere to belong.

And now he grew angry at the thought of losing it again. Soon the figures of both Valeska and Amaranth came into view, both holding stone cold expressions upon their faces. How could anyone blame them? What was happening to their home, his home, was unthinkable. And something must be done. Blue eyes searched his leaders for a sign of approval, feeling in his heart and soul what he must do.

I shall go and seek out the runes, and to give anyone who wishes to disperse safe passage to our allies. I shall head west to Dawnbreak and Northfall. And along the way, I will see what I can do to mend our struggling ties with Avon. I have not met Fable or her pack, but I'm sure that I can reason with them.

Cyrus was steadfast in his belief, head and tail high with a strong sense of purpose. If anyone wishes to go with me, please let me know swiftly without hesitation. I promise you safety and guidance. Valeska and Amaranth, I won't let you or our pack down. Cyrus spoke with a strong conviction then. He would not fail them.