Part of him had feared that he would come to find the lake drained and desolate, an even more gut-wrenching replay of the start of the prior year. When he crested the fortifying walls of the valley, he was immensely relieved to see the waters still glittering beneath the bright sunlight. Even from up high he could see that the shoreline had receded just as Turtleback's had, but at least they hadn't suffered the same trials as the Chasm seemed to.
He descended into the forests, and found the pack's markers still strong. Aleister's contributions were largely absent, but there were still places here and there where Chan swore he could still catch faint traces of the other wolf's scent. A wash of grief settled over the walls of his chest, and he took a moment to reflect once more on his friend's life. When he was confident that he could reign his emotions in and maintain his composure in the face of his family, the Eastfall took a breath and called out to the pack.
Once again, he had returned to the Cove.