Mum! Dad!
There was a weak cry on the wind, something distant but all too familiar. Where had they heard that before?
Karina! Orren!
He sounded older now, there was a slight scratchiness to his voice. Maybe they wouldn't recognise it, perhaps they would. After all, he still sounded like himself. The River prince, once lost and thought of as gone. His reason for leaving his home was, frankly, stupid. He had wanted to get stronger, to fight that Rook Lyall. To win back their home. And, as he had wandered, he had come to an epiphany as he watched spider spin itself a new home. He watched that little thing work and work, perfect its web, only for it to be destroyed by some cawing, cruel bird who flew too close, landed too near and parted the foliage enough for the silk to snap.
Aleksei watched that tiny little creature scuttle from the bird, who watched the wolf with beady black eyes. Perhaps that was what he and his family had done. They had been cruelly pushed upon ... and there was no need to fight. That spider, it simply found some new perch and began all over again. Spinning silk on and on, in search of a meal. The Baranski son realised at that very moment, there was no need to risk himself for family honour. His father most certainly would have bitten back if he knew that they were not surrounded by wolves who would treat them as an enemy.
He had a lot of growing up to do. Getting lost was not on his plan of action.
"I'm home," he wheezed from his sore throat, scrawnier now than he had been when he left. "Where are you all?"