The cooler air and open sky was a relief to Mapplethorpe's lungs and eyes. Gone were the days when the sun barely filtered down from the dense canopies overhead and the mud felt too slippery underfoot. Here, with rough stone beneath his feet, the rugged man finally felt at ease. The winds blew past him, bringing to his senses the faint traces of the pack he had left behind seemingly ages ago.
Though several meters from a landmark he had once dutifully maintained and held vigils from, Mapplethorpe stood proudly outside and well beyond @Naira's markers. @Datura, and the girl {Taima} who had made him swear his loyalty to her, were not far he was sure; in his determination and longing to arrive back onto familiar terrain, he had barely paid the two of them any mind. As long as she kept pace with him and he followed obediently along, Mapplethorpe had no qualms over whether or not they sneered at the back of his head. He had no authority over them in the lands they had traversed, but as soon as they returned to the Pass, he was going to make sure they both knew that he was not a force to trifle with. Particularly if he had Naira at his back.
Attentive, cadmium yellow irises scanned the sun-flooded slope, listening and waiting to see if Naira, Rhysis, or one of his fellow pack mates would appear. At about this time, on any normal day with the sun high in the clouds, he was usually the border patrol who came out this way. With a stern gaze to his ward, he chuffed sharply to her to make her hastily step to his side. Once she was there at his flank, he whispered to her that she was to be on her best behavior if she wanted to call Nomads Pass her new home with Datura. Given his exposure to the way she talked, how she was capable of making even him lower himself in submission, and how well she carried herself, he was sure that she had come from a decent family and that, somewhere, underneath her puffed up ego and stubbornness, a diplomatic side of her was waiting to awaken again.
A low growl was certain to draw from her a willingness to obey. They were going to be on his land now, and it was his turn to govern over her. After striding confidently forward a few paces, he lifted his muzzle to the heavens, summoning his Queen to him and letting her know that her Advisor, successful in the task he had been assigned, had come home at last with a little something extra...