Cancer had never been so excited to return home. Er, back to a pack. His long, coal-colored legs carried him quickly over the snow-drowned ferns and back to the Shallows. He burst past the thick of the markers and into the heart of the territory before he began to make noise. The most any of his pack mates had ever heard from him, surely.
"Askan! Askaaaaan!"
He was near, wasn't he? Cancer skidded to a stop, nearly dancing in his merriment. He was still snickering about it. Maybe it was because this group was just as antagonistic as he; perhaps it was magnifying his own annoying qualities, the ones that loved picking on and making fun of others. Or maybe he was just finally in a place where he was comfortable to be himself, even if that was loud and obnoxious at the moment.