The trio had taken off for the Dynasty's old home, hopeful that it could be reclaimed once more. Gekirin followed Izumi faithfully but wasn't so sure about the man that was now alongside her. Osamu was his name, heard in passing of course. But if she trusted him that much, then so would he. Such was the way in this pack, loyalty above everything else. Surely enough, the group had come to the sandy beaches were a path in low tide was waiting for them. Each wolf took to the water, coming across the somewhat open sea until paws rested on soft ground again. Finally they were home.

Izumi looked over her shoulder to the two men, eyes alert and voice filled with purpose. Gekirin nodded in deep understanding. I do wonder if there is anyone left on this large island. I guess we shall see what there is to discover soon enough. The forgotten prince waited for Izumi to lead the patrol, wondering if separating would be better to cover more ground. But for now he would keep silent, unsure if what he was thinking would be the right thing to do.