Traversing the open tundra was much easier than the rocky forests, and Drestig felt a rush of relief as his tired legs moved smoothly over the level land. Now more than ever, he was happy than he and Jessie had elected to settle out here rather than somewhere closer to the mountains. It was a stroke of luck really, back then he would have never imagined himself as an old man with aching joints and tired bones; It’s amazing what a difference a year can make! But it was not all bad, they might be a good deal more silver hairs in his coat than he would have liked, and he couldn’t say he appreciated the level of pain this trip had brought, however it had been a valuable trek, ensuring further security for his family, the pack that awaited him at home. Before then though, he had one more stop to make, the one he dreaded most, but at the same time the one that could prove most important of all.
For the first time during their journey, Drestig’s expression was tense, and the look he offered his companion was not accompanied by a smile. Since the supposed changes in Whitestone, several months earlier, there had been no more incidents between their packs, but it was hard to forget past wrongs, and as open minded as he tried to be, the Rye leader was still skeptical. In the end, the new leaders had been subordinates under Craw, and to some extend must share his attitudes. But he was here meaning good, and hoping to be pleasantly surprised. Still, when he paused at the foot of their rock-home – silently thankful that he would not have to climb the steep path – it was with a solemn expression, and a quick side glance at Adelayde; “Best behavior, Ade, we’re here to make friends.” Then he raised his head and made his most formal call yet, requesting the presence of the Monadnock alphas; Or at least not enemies… Hopefully this visit would go quite a lot differently than his last.
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