Finally, they'd made it. The ragged terrain of the tundra shifted into softer, rolling hills that were now blanketed with several feet of snow. The long rye stalks were smothered beneath and out of sight, but if Askan pushed hard enough he could feel the grass frozen stiff under his paws. Absently, he smiled to himself and the soft, pleasant familiarity that came with the sensation. This was where he belonged. He was home. He felt good. Better than he had in days.
It then dawned on him that he wasn't alone, that Sahalie was following close behind, so without delay he schooled his expression into one of its usual calibre. Grumpy, bitter and maybe a little bored. He hadn't bothered to howl at the border, as this was his home, there was no need to knock. He assumed the alpha's wouldn't mind it if Sahalie passed into their lands, after all if they did why would they offer the invitation for the Bend wolves to visit? But even so, Askan wanted to give his alphas time to prepare. So as he ploughed his way through the snowy fields he tilted his head up and let out a call, as though to say 'I'm back, bought company.'
It didn't take long for the Rye Monarchy to appear, their dark coats making them stand out stark on the snow. Askan paced to a stop and glanced back at his ward. Job done. Surely the King and Queen could take it from here, and he doubted that though they would want him to stand about listening in. Not that he had any interest in that. He was ready to have a quick nap. Some alone time to cleanse himself of Sahalie's chipper aura. When Drestig and Jessie and trotted to a stop in front of the unlikely duo, Askan finally broke the prolonged silence.
"We'll talk later Drestig. I'm beat." Askan excused himself with a swish of his tail and polite, reverent nod to his alphas.
With that, he cast a quick glance at the Bend wolf and made his way towards the den site.
Askan exit.