These dreams, they plagued him, taking the rest from his sleep as they invaded his mind. It spoke of the world's wreckage, manifested by their own betrayal. Yaalk'ali had seen such things, but had forced himself to remain centered to what he knew and move on, as caribou hunters always had. Was it even real? Or was this all but a test of the spirits? Ice Raven demanded its own level of cruelty, while The Widow came for battle and death. The Vengeful One, even? In this never-ending darkness, he moved freely, drinking the fear which spilled through this world.

Wharever it was, Yaalk'ali wanted no part of this shit and he wasn't any hero either. He'd seek the path which seemed to offer a haven of protection from this mess, if it meant saving his own skin and sleeping soundlessly again. Would he be returned to the place he once was, among Saatsine? Or would he be forced into new, unknown lands to begin again?

Either way, he sought the light. The rest of Sun Clan would surely follow.