The cheering and celebration lasted for a short time after Fendros’ speech. Though, after that, there was little left that could follow it. For the moment, after all that had transpired, it felt like they were finally able to enjoy their victory. A memorial was planned, for everyone they had lost in the battle, and for their fallen Champion. For now, though, they were able to look ahead, with a new Champion leading them. For Fendros and the rest of his pack, there was still more work ahead: work that was not likely to be finished anytime soon. However, here and now, they finally all had a chance to rest. After all was said and done, Fendros was still able to wish his son a good night, then lay down to sleep in his own bed with Ahnasha safe and healthy beside him. 

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When Fendros opened his eyes, he was not in his room in the Silent City; rather, he seemed to be in a forest. A familiar forest. It was a hilly area, covered in evergreen trees, and looking around, he could see the familiar landscape of the Valus mountains rising above to the east. These were the forests of County Cheydinhal. After a few moments, he would become more aware of the scene around him, it’s [i]scent[/i] especially. There was the body of a werewolf at his feet, with an arrow in its right arm and its head mostly severed, along with the mutilated corpse of a horse nearby. His horse, from long ago. Before he became a werewolf. The scent of fresh blood in the air was overwhelming, almost intoxicating. It would be like he was smelling blood as a lycan for the first time, all over again. The torn leather armor he was wearing was covered in blood as well, but unlike the last time he was here, there was no wound on his flesh underneath the claw marks on his armor. Also unlike last time, the urge to hunt and kill was not so overpowering as to take command of him. He was no fledgling lycan; this time, he was in control. 

What Fendros would feel this time, instead, was something urging him off into the forest. It was not a sound nor scent, just the feeling of…[i]something[/i] to push him to move on down the path deeper into the forest.