He had been tracking them, sometimes via word of mouth, sometimes close enough to catch a scent. When he fell behind, it did not discourage him. With a great wealth of patience and dedication, Nathaniel simply kept the compass within his head finely tuned true North, seeking his siblings. Their small family had been torn apart by one woman, and each of them had responded very differently to the unfortunate situation befallen to Anthem. His brother had chosen to run, his sister had turned to violent vengeance. Nathaniel would have been at peace remaining with their pack and forgiving the woman and her ill-chosen mate, and this is what he tried to do. However, it wasn't long before he discovered that with his siblings gone from him, there was an unfillable hole within his chest.
It had kept him hollow, and had distracted him from finding any other purposes. Perhaps that was what had made it so easy for him to abandon countless others, simply slipping away at dusk and never looking back. Nathaniel knew that without Anthem and Angele, he would never be home.
Before him now spread a breathtaking expanse of water, glimmering like crushed diamond in the full sunlight. The pine boughs from the trees pinched between the lake and slates of mountain rock offered the perfect amount of shade on the banks, while geese skimmed the water's surface before landing. Their honking resounded off the bluff walls and into the clouds. With a deep breath, Nathaniel passed over the scents of nightshade and rotted wood, and once more took in the living scents of his siblings. They were together; how wonderfully lucky for him.
A grin spread evenly across his maw, Nathaniel threw back his great sleek head and sent out a long, joyful call. Home had been found.