There trip hadn't been awful in fact, Deacon was thinking it had been rather ripsnorter. The two had kept a good pace and managed to always have something to talk about. Once the lands grew familiar the young male could easily take charge in direction. Besides, the willows were his homeland and he'd be a fool to not remember them. It felt as though they were whispering to him a gentle "Welcome home.."
He was nervous and excited for obvious reasons. Looking to Nineva he smiled and wagged his tail as the borders of home were becoming more obvious. "Nin, my mother is a rather strong woman just like your own. Don't test her and everything will be fine, I promise. My father is the more forgiving of the two." Or so he liked to think. It had always been the females in the pack who had seemed more strong, though. Even Morganna had her power over his dark brother Skoll. He wasn't sure how or why but it never bothered him.
Stopping a few feet from the heavily marked borders he took a deep breath. The trees guarding the lands, the scents striking memories alive, everything around them made it seem like the world had froze. Even the crisp coolness that caked the lands. "We're here. Breathtaking isn't it?" Remaining in a neutral position he nudged her shoulder. "It's time." His head raised up releasing a call, a signal that an Archer-Lyall had come home and was waiting at the borders. When the call was done he lowered his head. Only taking a slightly submissive position and hoping that Nineva would follow his example.
Note: Deacon's current rank at the time of this thread would still be Lone Wolf