It wasn't that no one wanted him, or trusted him. It wasn't anything particularly personal. He just wasn't Genghis. Even now, it hurt tremendously to say his name. Just thinking it brought a tear to his eye, his heart sinking ever lower as he struggled with the new life and role he was about to live. Tiberii's voice and presence did not go unnoticed by the new Pillar of courage. Nóttin had been making his rounds near the borders, coming back over to the outskirts of the dens for some quiet solitude when he heard his friend calling his name. The sable man was doing his best to carry himself a little more proudly and with a purpose. But it was nard to let go of the stinging pain that was the loss of a dear friend.

The large canine would be more then dearly missed, this he knew. But at the same time, Nóttin knew that Genghis would not want them to mourn this way. He wouldn't want his packmates to sink in an endless sea of sorrow and grief. Somehow they would all need to find a way to move on. With all of them working together, in time, they would be. I'm here, Tiberii. It's nice to see you again. However he wished that they were meeting again under less stressful and sad circumstances.