It didn't feel like it had been two years since his departure; the man had left on a bit of soul-searching and what he'd found was that he had an incredibly deep soul that he was only slightly in more understanding of than the day he left. He'd been smitten with another rogue and was foolish enough to believe that he held the ability to capture her heart and convince her to stay with him until the end of their lives. He was going to marry her and start a family, they were going to raise knowledgeable little adventurers and the world was going to be perfect.
Then why was it that he was returning home now, defeated in spirit and utterly alone? It'd been the first time he'd thought outside of himself, really; even when she chose another wolf over himself, he could not take away the love he had for her in his heart. He left peacefully and even wished her well, and what he took with him was a new sense for others in his life. He cared for them, deeper than he'd ever known. Perhaps the reason he'd been craving to start a family so much was because of the family he'd left behind? The ones he'd failed to recognize as his meaning, his calling. It was in Fiori, no doubt, with his mothers and his siblings.
The territory markers hit him like a brick wall with the sense of nostalgia they brought him, but it was a welcoming feeling. As soon as he stood on their border, the large and hazy male lifted his skull and sang a song for his family. Who was left, and would they welcome him back among them?
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