Coming Home

She was… back. Two years, two years she had been gone. It had been such a long time, and it felt so odd to be back. She almost went to Valhalla territory, out of old habit - but no, Valhalla was long gone. Her siblings her long gone. Two years of searching, for her father and siblings… gone. She missed them, missed them terribly - but she also missed her mother. And not only that, she missed her white knight.

A soft smile adorned her face at the thought of those two, though worry also crossed her features. Was Bass okay? Was her mother still alive? Still sane? She had been so… afraid, so broken, when Vali left. Was she still alright? IT plagued her, and she truly did wish she returned home sooner… but could she have? Did she still have a home in Abaven? Did she still fit in Abaven? With Bass?

With yet another smile, she remembered that crush she had on Bass. It still persisted - in a strange, different form. She truly did love the man, but… not romantically. Yet, he was not her brother. But he was her white knight, her king, her ‘boyfriend’. A soft chuckle emerged. She still remembered why she had that term - boy, for Bass was male, and friend, because Bass was her friend. It still fit, though she’d not use that term now.

She followed her nose, frowning as she remembered passing through the old Valhallan lands. Empty, with the scent of blood. The estuary, with the mingled scents of loners… and what she thought faintly resembled Abaven. It got her hope up, yet that hope was cemented when she passed through Veronica plains. Blood. The scent of three packs. And… the scent of Bass. She didn’t recognize any of the others, but she’d know his scent anywhere. It concerned her, so much. She couldn’t tell with all the blood around his scent, all the blood period. At least she knew Abaven still existed.

Which brought her here. Her breath caught as her nose faintly smelled the very familiar scent. Abaven! She was quivering, quivering with fear and excitement and trepidation and anticipation. Would Bass forgive her for such an absence? Would she still be his ‘princess’? He said that she’d always have a home with him, but… she’d been gone away so long. She changed so much. She could guarantee that he did not think she’d be gone two years… she didn’t think she would be gone two years.

The border. It seemed like mere seconds in her thoughts, but there the border was. Still strong as ever, though scents pulled at it she did not know before, not that she knew of any of the members before, either. Still. She stood there, near paralyzed. Yet… she couldn’t stand there forever. A shaky breath, let out in such a deep sigh. She… had to do something. Another deep breath, but this time it left her body in a warbling howl, calling for Bass.

Bass, her white knight.

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