March 10th; Morning; Light snow showers.
"Jayse?" he had whimpered. "J-Jayse?" Borden pressed his nose and lips to her temple, letting loose a soft whine. Since her inclusion into the ranks of the Cavern wolves, the Lyall patriarch's fits of hysteria - being constantly plagued with the idea and notion that he was not where he should be and obviously not with the loved ones who should have been with - had seemingly ceased. Having her near was almost like having a place in a harbor in the midst of an ongoing hurricane. She was the fulcrum in which he gravitated towards when the world sent him for a whirl. Even if he still mistook a number of his pack mates for his own children and sometimes forgot what he was doing or where he was exactly, at the very least, the stretches of clarity seemed to come more often than not and last much longer than they had before.
He shakily stood up now, smiling in case she opened her mismatched eyes to stare up into his grizzled face. "@Jaysyek," he whispered, licking the points of her ivory ears. "I think... I think I heard him. He's there." Now, what Borden had meant to say was that he thought or, rather, believed Rook had finally come calling. It was time. He could feel it in his aching bones, pulse through his veins, vibrate in his chest, and ring in his ears. There was no doubt about it; today was the day. The day he had waited oh-so-patiently for since his last-born son's departure.
@Narimé had known this day would come soon enough, remembered the promise that Rook had once given her - that in trade for Borden's (and now Jaysyek's) leave, he would offer her and her kin an alliance that would continue to honor the ties that had been established long ago. And, in exchange for looking after his father and giving his mother peace of mind, Rook would see to it personally that their resources were replenished.
Now, whether the two women had also discussed this arrangement beforehand, Borden was oblivious to it. All he knew in this very moment was that he wanted to move and head to the northwest where he knew for certain the territory was more familiar. His tail wagged as he continued to nuzzle her and lavish her with kisses all along the bridge of her muzzle, the emergence of his more playful side begging her to rise and get a move on. "Please," he crooned to her softly, affectionately bumping his nose with hers one last time before pulling away and stepping out into the gently falling snow, "Let's go home..."
Had his arthritis had not advanced this far, he might have leapt or even skipped into the fresh snow. Instead, he ventured out into the open, casting one more glance to his beloved before setting off on muscle memory alone, drawn as if by an invisible string to where he knew Grizzly Hollow laid in wait for him.