Oakley was relatively new to this world and it was a strange one indeed. In fact, he didn't quite realize it was a different world all together, for he had been traveling far longer than he would have ever imagined. Crossed many, many miles of new places, none which he stayed long enough to call home. …But this? This, magic? He had never seen colorful flames before, had never seen the world crack and emit blue light. Had never had such insane dreams which seemed to come to life or be without the sun in so very long…

Where was he? What was happening? It was a terrifying experience, for the most part, causing the young wolf to try and simply survive. Sleep would not even offer him respite from the chaos and now he found himself before three portals. Portals?? The young wolf barely could make sense of it and with a shuttle and tearing of his eyes, he steps towards the opening where song could be heard.

It was a cold place, dreadfully so. It reminded him of the Wall in Torbine. It was the only thing which came close to such. Yet as those all around continued to sing, the skies began to open up, streams of light pouring down on them. His heart sounded hard in his chest. His breath hitching. Please, please come back! He prayed to the Sun, he prayed for its return and so too lifted his muzzle in song.