Back at the border it had felt like the most daunting part was over - he had won Rook's blessing and belonged among these wolves, including his sisters Cinder and Quil. His nephew, a brand new idea, was practically a signing bonus. Now there were three of Attaya blood he needed to seek out. That would be his exact next step with no time to waste, which brought him upon the old stump that bore the pack den.
Though he approached the site eagerly, each step caused his heart to pound more anxiously than before. He very much wanted to see his family, still in disbelief that they might actually be under the same roof again, but in practice the task was much more daunting. What would they say? Would they be happy to see him? How much had they changed since the last time they'd been together? How much had he?
He stopped some few yards short of the mouth of the den. His sister's scents nearly coated the area, or so he perceived them to, so much so that he could kick himself for believing that their marks comprising Grizzly Hollow's borders were just tricks of the heart.
A bark bubbled in his throat but was stuck between his teeth, dissipated by a nervous wag of his tail. Should he... call for them? Probably, but Rowan simply didn't know what to say. Hello seemed much too casual though it was all he could come up with. Anxiously he pursed his dark lips close together, and decided to simply wait around like a useless oaf - ears perked and dull gold eyes alert for any signs of Attaya nearby.