The spring warmth was welcome upon his pelt, despite that his ebony paws still trudged through snow. His pelt was slick with the wet of the melting winter, and the tantalizing air that drifted past his nose teased him to a nostalgic uncertainty – it seemed no matter how little time he had truly spent in his lifetime of the area, Relic Lore was more familiar to him than the home he had been raised at in the end. While Secret Woodlands was not Copper Rock Creek.. it held a handful of very important wolves to him that would be home like almost no other – @Mirren and @Nina.
The sun just crept along the tree line, and he noticed the silhouette it played upon the thawing grounds. The leaves had yet to settle upon the branches, but in time, they would adorn the land in beautiful array.. and it warmed him to know that this time he would be here to see them bloom.
His thoughts trailed to the winter – his disgruntlement at Mirren settling a home without his input or any consideration to what he would think, and while he had missed his brother, he also had not regretted his decision for departure, if only for a little while. Of course, he could still scent the sweet maple scent of the female that he had spent snuggled against the past few months, and while he missed her.. he knew it had not meant to be.
So now he stood – a Tainn in the realm of his true lands. Nina’s scent was still predominant along the borders, and without announcing his presence, the ebony male swept to sit upon his haunches, awaiting for one of the members to stumble across him and begin the inevitable dance of acceptance.
'cause its home, but it's gone