You always knew you would end up back in Zenjari, you just hadn't expected it to be under such devastating circumstances. (©TRS2024CAI)

"I'm so sorry, my dear friend." You greeted Zara as you deboarded the jet. She hugged you tightly, the sadness she felt coming through her embrace despite her attempt to put on a brave face. "Thank you for coming." Shuri gave you a sad smile, pulling back from the hug.

"Of course. King Zethrine was always so kind to me. I couldn't miss honoring him, or being here for you."

After the funeral, you decided to stay in Zenjari for a few weeks to comfort Zara and the community you grew up in. While lounging on the balcony of your room at the Citadel, you noticed a man out by the lake. Was he... tending to goats?

"Who is that?" You asked Zara, standing up from your chaise lounge and crossing the balcony to lean against the railing as you watched the stranger toss bundles of hay with one arm. "That is the White Wolf." Zara answered, looking over and seeing Griffin in the distance.

"Why is he here?" You asked, curiously, intrigued as you watched him work. "Because, my brother likes collecting broken white boys for me to fix." Zara quipped. You laughed and looked over your shoulder at her. "Really?"

Zara laughed with you, then took a calming breath. "Sergeant Cross has been through a lot, but he's a good person, albeit a little broken. I'll find a way to help him." She promised confidently as you turned your attention back to Griffin.