The newfound dragon was growing tired, constantly on the lookout for his three children. Being a single father was difficult, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He had found so much he loved about it, for one his children were relatively easy to deal with. But he wanted a home for them to call home and feel safe in. His mind thought of all the packs he had info on. Tarben was ruled out, he left those lands for a reason. His sons and daughter would not grow up to be objects to procreate and fuel a king's army. That ruled out Amaya as well, obviously not the same as Tarben but still reproduction was not quite on his mind for his kids or himself.

Their mother, Raven, she had run off to Ranjord after Tarben. Perhaps he could seek shelter there, after all it was an island. No packs sneaking in to kidnap one another or murder close to the war arena. Ranjorn it would be. He scooped up his three children by the scruff, before taking off into the day sky. His wings were strong, and flight was something he enjoyed now. As he carried his children carefully, he began to make his way over the sea. The salty breeze filling his nares, like a smell of fresh air. He flapped his wings and began to land at the shores, aways away from the waves. He set his children down gently before looking at each of them. “Alright kids, we’re going to be starting a new life with a new home today. Ranjord is where we’re going to live, please stay clear of the waves.” He spoke, before his head rose to the sky to call forth a member of the pack.