Since his move south Greer wasted no time in exploring the neighbouring territories; getting reacquainted with old haunts. It was a surreal feeling being so close to his birthplace, for he had never expected to return unless it was for a scouting mission. The ground beneath him felt foreign and wrong. Greer had grown accustom to the dry terrain of the lowlands and the cool stone of the monadnock. It had become an unexpected home and he was thankful that Kyna preferred mountain peaks. Despite being born beneath a canopy of branches he now loathed the trees overhead. They were suffocating.

An unexpected call captured his attention, pulling him away from his thoughts. His brows furrowed immediately. Odin? His route was immediately detoured as he was careful to avoid the borders of his birth pack, long legs carrying him quickly through the Rise. He had almost forgotten that his nephew had been taken to the willows to seek medical attention. His shoulders sagged with relief. At least he would be able to tell his nephew of his move south so he would not return to the monadnock to discover Greer’s absence.

Once the one-eyed Archer came into sight the shadow gave a soft woof of greeting, his tail wagging gently behind him. It appeared that the Archer was doing better, despite the hole in his face.