Home was different since his return. There was a lot of quiet change no one really talked about. The man had come to face facts they all had moved on, and it was time he continued his life in the present as well.
The strangest for him was was the fact he had not reclaimed his title from Drestig. It had been a long time since he had just been a member of the pack, and it was a little liberating. Why his care did not waver, he didn't have to answer calls, and constantly patrol. He wasn't sure for the moment if he would or if he should attempt to gain it back. Or if he wanted to. His friend had done fine in his absence, and his head was probably more straight on than his own. Maybe, it was time, maybe it was just better to leave things. Without a firm decision he would address the issue later.
A loud huff he continued south, feeling the sudden cool air press around him, the oncoming white fog making him slightly nervous. Flame colored eyes wandered from the dark trees to the white puff, feeling the need to be cautious. At some point he glanced to his companion, hoping it went unnoticed. Darrah held the mark of his mother, but Triell still saw a mini version of himself. How much he had grown in both mind and body. The father wondered many a thing, but as they trotted he found himself unable to begin. He felt no subject was safe. So they traveled in silence through the shadowed wood. All along Triell was looking at the bigger picture, and the Tainn had other concerns than just leading the Bend. Where had Zera gone? Was she all right? He assumed so. She had wandered away and returned in the past. Like a worried father he felt the need to look. But, this time he had dragged Darrah to come with him to check these woods. This wasn't just about Zera, this was about him. The remaining darkness in his son cut at his heart, and he felt their relationship was priority over all the rest.
"So, how were things while I was gone?" He began with this question, forcing himself to keep all the others back.