With his advisor at his side, Wraith pads towards the familiar sight of home with hope in his heart. His meeting with the other packs could have gone worse, he supposes. And, at least in one respect, it was nice to finally put a name to a face when it came to Askan. The man didn't live up to the boorish reputation around him in the manner Wraith had expected and found himself pleasantly surprised by the revelation. He never thought Craw to be one for exaggeration, but apparently it was so.
Weary from his travels, he shared a warm if not tired smile with Roosemooth as the Monadnock rose above the lowlands in stark profile against the sky in its refusal to be denied. Even from this distance, it was beautiful. And a reminder of what they'd traveled for in the first place; the protection of what was theirs. Home.
By now, words need not pass between the two males for they'd shared plenty on the journey. All that mattered was returning to where they belonged. As the first of the territory markers were passed underpaw, Wraith lifted his muzzle and howled out a greeting to his pack and eagerly awaited the return calls. Obviously, his ears strained to hear one crystalline howl over the others. Only once he heard it could he truly find serenity.
We are home, his howl seemed to sing, And home is with us. It was a reminder that the pack was not whole without all of its pieces in place. He intended to make it whole once more and found his heart light in the knowledge that he had not disappeared as his brother had from these lands.