Three times Mesec shifted as he made his way north, leaving behind the Thistle Meadow - attempting (and failing) to leave behind it all. He had only thought to get away from them and to stay as far away from the Throat as possible until… well, he did not know what the next steps were. Leaving Helovia? Speaking to his mother to see if something could be done? It filled his head the entire journey - those borrowed memories and the thoughts he filled in the blanks with. He remembered how Zero had been close by when he had first started to shift, first realized what was happening, but he didn’t know now if he had hurt his young friend - or if it had just been Gaucho that had received its wrath.

Lucius gave him what information he could - but it was in the middle of the story that a shift had been triggered as the dark pair had passed through the Deep Forest. Several trees had received the brunt of the warg’s anger - as well as an unfortunate deer. From then on, each time that the magic drain caused Mesec to shift back to himself from exhaustion, Lucius remained vague about anything that had happened. Instead, when the memories and dark thoughts caused the warg to return the zephyr would antagonize him and lead him further north following Mesec’s wishes.

It was night when Mesec woke from another shift, lying on the ground near the falls. Sweat covered his coat and his breath was haggard but he got to his feet and looked around - realizing that he did not recognize this place. One of the new lands in Helovia? Or, perhaps, he had in fact wandered right out of Helovia. Lucius called out to him, swooping in to land on Mesec’s wing - his silver markings glowing bright, a reflection of the half moon that hung low in the sky. He nipped at Mesec’s neck, scratching at the soaked skin there, a none-too-gentle action that was both an admonishment and gesture of affection.

Lucius was worried and now that they had gotten this far, what were they going to do now? “I can’t keep this up, Lucius.” His quiet, strained voice barely audible above the noise of the falls behind them. He had no answers for his companion, no idea what should be done now, only knew that running might not be the best option anymore.

we'll go over the mountains and under the stars