Good to be Home

Here it was. Home. The markings were recent and strong. Sparrow found herself hesitating. Why was she hesitating? This was her home. Finally, the small girl worked up the courage to step over the imaginary line and into the pack. She walked around a bit before she decided to just call out to her father. She wanted to see him first. She had been gone for a long time, and she was eager to see if the pack had progressed or changed while she was gone.

The small girl settled into stomping down some foliage, making a clearing for her and her father to sit in so they could talk. She was excited about her journey and now that she was back in the pack land, she could smell a distinctive difference between her coat and the pack's scent. She wondered what her father would think, seeing here after being gone and independent for a while. Would he see her as more grown-up? What would he say about the other wolves' scents on her coat? What had he been doing since she was gone? Had he addressed the Lillianna situation? Many questions swarmed Sparrow, but she shook them off. For now, it was just good to be home.