For reference on the territory: Right at the edge of the Lowlands, where open fields meet the forested out-runners of Serpents Pass, flowers and more common grasses give way to a much brighter sort. Waving ears of wild rye stand high, blanketing the rolling hills in a golden sea, from mid spring until the first winter storms knock down the stalks. The fields run all the way to the tree line, only yielding for lighter underbrush where the low pines put the ground in shade. Out in the open, the grain is almost uncorrupted, only a rare few weeds managing to hold their ground among the yellow stalks, mostly along the banks of the wide creek cutting straight through the hills before pooling near at the forest's edge, forming a small basin. Close by, among the shelter of the trees, a small den is dug out between the roots of a lone oak in the midst of a wood of pines.
The clouds had parted as the sun began to set, loose tufts of white dotting the vermilion sky. The thunder had receded, rolling further out over the tundra to give room for a perfectly lovely evening. The two dark wolves had taken turns dragging the half-eaten calf through the rising grass, doing little talking as they worked. Only when the weeds and green stalks gave way for golden fields did Drestig pause, taking in the full view of the rolling hills, basking in the warm joy in his chest, the feeling of returning home. He couldn't help but look to Askan for a reaction, curious how someone else would react to seeing the shimmering ears of rye stretch before them. No words were needed though, the look in bright, ember eyes spoke clear enough; This is home!
Finding the winding creek, the graying wolf continued to lead his graying counterpart through the fields along side it, towards the tree line slowly appearing in the distance. Once they'd rounded the pond, standing in the shade of the first, dark pines, the elder man stopped again, squinting into the shaded woods. After taking his companion all this way, fully intent on and committed to introducing him to Jessie and making him part of their family, protective feelings suddenly stiffened his legs. He breathed deeply, reminding himself that he had to let someone in if he wanted a pack; What is he gonna do anyway?! Really, his hesitancy was ridiculous, even in her current state his gray partner would be more than able to chase off some young rascal, should the need arise, and certainly with him by her side there was no need to worry; Why would he even WANT to hurt her? He sighed to himself, shaking his fur lightly before looking back to Askan. "Wait here," He bade in a hushed voice, slipping into the trees alone. Making his way towards their den, he kept a soft tone as he called out for his lover, a faint smile on his lips; "Jessie, are you awake? I've brought something back for you."
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