Chan reached the peak of the shielding precipices that lined the valley home. In one stride his view changed, from slate and sky to the shimmering mirror that was Lost Lake. The next brought the dark beryl canopies into view, bathed in starlight. He thought his family likely to be asleep, and he hated the thought that entered his head, that maybe it was for the best. Chan was tired, hungry and still had not resolved his feelings about everything, despite all the time taken.
All in all, he felt like shit, which meant he wouldn't be the pleasant, helpful presence he always wanted to be. What was the point in pushing himself on them then? Still, as he descended the stone slops and traveled into the forest, not calling out to them as he had each and every time before felt weird, wrong. For all he knew, his mother had started to worry, maybe Nash didn't even believe he'd come back at all. Maybe they wanted to hear from him right away.
So as their little cove came into view between the hardy pine trunks, Chan tipped back his head and let out a deep and soft melody, announcing his return home.