It would be of no surprise they returned the same way they had left. With nothing. Why they had gotten a sign of a struggle about Kingsfall with hints of her scent they had lost any trace along the stream heavily guarded by willows too tangled to weave through. If he had no pack, no children to return to he would have fought against the collection of trees. All throughout the journey Naira helped to ground him to the present. Once more reality harshly set in that there was no further to go. Nayeli would remain missing on the list of the many others. Why his unrest did not leave him, he managed to think of his children, his family waiting in the Bend, and how much he wanted to be back. He already felt like he had wasted time, and decided the best he could do was try to change that. After all, it seemed to be the only thing in his control.
The blue mist eventually greeted the pair, and a smile rested steadily on his lips. It had taken a long time for these woods to feel like home, but as he look upon them now there was no other place he wanted to be. This was where he and many others had started a new chapter, and he wanted it to be his last. With a playful nudge to his companion they made their way to the borders by the setting sun. The aromas of Drestig, Spieden, made steady marks, easing the small twist in his gut. Surely everything had been okay and taken care of in his short absence. It was with a silent goodbye he left Naira, making his route to the den where he was certain he would find the ones he was looking for. But, the Tainn couldn't help but pause on the edge of the wood, eyes upon the rocks that marked their den. He was torn between quietly surprising his children, and calling out to let his presence BE KNOWN. For a long time he stood like a shadow unable to make another move.