She stood on the border of the lands she used to call home, and breathed deeply. The scents of her brother and sister were still proudly stamped upon the border, mingled with so many new scents she didn't know where to start. But one thing stood out to her, saddened her.
Rhythm's scent was missing.
Had she never returned to her family's pack in all the time Harmony had been gone? Was she still banished, or had she simply chosen to stay with that stranger of hers?
Harmony sighed.
She had been gone far too long. It was surprising to her that she had been able to return at all, but she knew she had missed so much already in her family's lives. How old were her nieces and nephews now?
She shifted slightly; her joints ached with a fatigue beyond what the journey here should have drawn from a wolf her age. She'd changed, a lot, and she knew it well. But had Bass? Motif? Rhythm? Where was Chord now, the wanderer? Had he finally settled down somewhere?
She'd dawdled here long past long enough to catch her breath. She was wasting time with what-ifs and worries. She lifted her slender muzzle and sang out testingly, warmly, seeking for her brothers... her sisters...
