Ra had taken off on his new mission as soon as light hit the earth. With Pharaoh's words echoing in his head, he took to the misty forests with single minded determination. The wolves of Jakten had quite possibly made their minds up, and made their intentions known. That was if the attack had been one of their own. Who else would it have been? The divine had been injured, and all for trying to steal something away. What nonsense. It was not to be born again.

But now he had to find a new place for them to camp at. Somewhere that would be safe for all of Satriya, and also had a steady source of safe drinking water. But where to look? The golden wolf would keep going, green eyes wide and sharp with focus. Shrouds of dark clouds attempted to block out the early morning sun's rays, as if trying to keep him from leaving. Silently, he prayed to the gods that his journey would be safe, and that the others of his pack would remain such as well. If anyone of his pack cared to follow him and try to help, he of course would not stop him. But he knew that this task was his and his alone, and he could not fail.