It was a pleasant walk, and a quiet one, for the most part, to the communal den. Eros held the bark-pressed leaf ever-so-gently in his maw, and Isidore was surprised by the care with which it was handled - and the fact it had been kept at all. This was the first time something he'd deemed important, but knew was likely insignificant, was treated like it was worth something and not simply brushed aside or mishandled.
How strange. It made Isidore feel as though he were walking on air.
The territory itself was pretty, filled with freshwater and trees, both tall and felled. Once-green leaves touched brown by the autumn that had settled in, decorating the ground and opening the canopy for skylight. Perhaps everything seemed more beautiful because of Isidore's good mood, but he felt very positive about his decision to return.
He kept wandering several wolf-lengths away, sniffing here and there, exploring just a bit on their short journey, but always looping back in to Eros' side once he'd finished. Aside from a comment here and there, Issa was relatively quiet as well - it would be rude to try and start a conversation when his companion had a mouth full of bark.
However, once they reached the den and Eros could put the little trinket down, the talking was fair game once more.
"This is where everyone sleeps?" Isidore asked, ducking beneath a spindly branch and peering around at all the fallen trees, wondering what could've caused such a large part of the forest to collapse upon itself like it had. He'd used to sleep in caves near the ocean, with plenty of family to keep him warm, and found himself smiling at the prospect of having something like that once more.