Good to be Home

Her father came to her soon, excitedly pressing into her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Sparrow leaned into it, her small weight fully leaning on her father as her maw scrunched up in a smile, "Father, I've missed you!"

Sparrow's tail whipped behind her rapidly, "Oh, I had such an amazing time, really. I planned on traveling all over," Sparrow said, pulling back from her father, "But I kind of ended up just staying in the old Imperium lands instead."

The small girl looked away sheepishly, thinking of the wolves she met.

"I did meet someone, actually. I don't think she'd really like it here. Actually, I don't think I met anyone who would want to live with me- with us, I mean. They all seemed like they would have loved Imperium, but..."

Sparrow cleared her throat. Peregrine and Ricochet both seemed like they would have loved Imperium. They probably would have been friends with Ashmedai and they would get into arguments a tong an have silly banter.

That couldn't happen, though.

"It really is gone, though. How strange is that?" Sparrow chuckled, "I hope Abaven stays together forever, actually. Even if it's been the way it has... It's my home, and where my family is. I really felt that a lot on my trip."

Sparrow took a breath, her minty eyes focusing on her father before her. He looked old, somehow? Had he always looked this way? Had the time apart made her become unaccustomed to his markings, or were their lines really just slowly fading into the whiteness of his coat? A sad smile crossed Sparrow's maw. Her father wouldn't be here forever, would he?

"How are you, though? How's the pack?"