you bear the scars; you've done your time
Meeting with Ylvy had been quite a surprise and, if anything else, a true wake-up call. At some point - perhaps, somewhere in-between the three-quarter point and where Frog Chirp Creek had risen up in the ground before him - he wondered if he had ought to come "home" at all. Though, by now, it was clear that he couldn't have come back at a better time. Not only did it seem as though Oula's scent trails had grown stale, but it was apparent to Rook that Veho had been left to manage pack on his own. @Tomen, @Nineva, and @Pip (who still hadn't told him her name after all this time) were even still around here. Somewhere.
It hadn't been easy to pry himself away from the edges of Grizzly Hollow's territory; for his heart ached to even think of going without his partner's company for much longer. The butterflies still fluttered about in his chest, however, and he was desperate for them to go away. Hadn't that been why he had stolen away with Trisden in the first place? Didn't one always miss what they once had? Most important of all, hadn't Rook realized by now that he couldn't imagine his life without Veho Macieo at all? Once upon a time, he had thought he couldn't live without Quil either, but those days had come and gone; and, in the end, Veho was the one who remained.
With restlessness snaking up his legs once more, he urged himself to keep moving, to practice in his head all the words he had wanted to tell the (other) Grizzly Hollow Leader: how much Rook had missed him, how he had missed their cubs as soon as he had left Relic Lore behind, how Veho had never left his mind, how stupid he was to think that maybe Veho and Oula would get by without him in the picture, how much he wanted to make up for his shortcomings and set in stone the plans for the upcoming Spring...
It wasn't until he had walked for quite a while that the fur along his spine stood up on edge and his tail remained warily in the air. The feeling of being in presence of another crept up way sooner than he had anticipated, but it was with eager eyes that he sought out the figures in the dark. The mist from the comings and goings of the autumn rains had also robbed him of his sense of smell; but, there was just no mistaking whose voice had sounded out from nearby.
"What is this?" Veho had asked. Immediately Rook wondered if maybe Oula had only stepped out of territory boundaries for some time. Rook's heart had climbed up into his throat as he peered through the trees, searching for those two pointed ears and characteristic muzzle that made up his partner's silhouette. "What does this mean?"
To Rook's relief and bewilderment, no answer came. No Pip-like chirp, no youthful sentiment that might've come from Tomen, no assurance from one such as Oula, no curiosity that might have come from Ophelia, Joan, or Felix. Veho, the Lyall was certain now, was alone... but not for long--
The feeling of stone underfoot made him constantly second-guess his footing and the sudden realization that the trees caged them in on this part of the forest made him start considering that there would be no more chances to run after this. There was no more time to tip-toe around and play hide-and-seek like he had before. He knew better by now. The dim moonlight, filtering through the cedars at the right moment, helped with pinpointing his partner's location. Rook emerged somewhere off to Veho's left side, moonbeams dappling his already mottled coat into a different pattern of light and dark grays and browns.
"Maybe it means you've been lonely too long..." Rook's had tilted slightly as he found that russet-tinted muzzle and those pale eyes, a pained smile emerging on his face at last. His tail gave half a wag, hesitation stemming from the lurking assumptions that Veho might have been upset with him for leaving on such a short notice. "What's happened that's made you so sad, Merlin?"