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*Quintus* · (This post was last modified: 03-29-2017, 03:38 PM by Quintus.)

Quintus faltered near the edge of Abaven's borders, wondering just how long it had been since he'd been here last. It was hard to recall exactly how old he'd been when he'd left these lands. At least a few years, three maybe, but it was hard to tell. He was older now, and though in some ways he looked the same it was obvious he had aged considerably since he'd been here last -- living as a rogue had transformed his form slightly, and though he was not the smallest for his size he was considerably leaner than the plump boy he'd been back then. Time had changed him in other ways, too. He'd half-expected to feel apprehensive when heading to the borders, worried that perhaps Abaven no longer existed at all or that it had changed completely, but as he searched the outskirts of their lands he felt eerily calm.

The scent that marked their borders was not totally different than the one he remembered. Some of the members of the pack hadn't changed, though many of the scents were new. One, in particular, had caught his attention. His heart felt infinitely lighter at knowing his friend still lived here, and a faint smile pulled at his lips, brightening his dual-hued face. His sea-green eyes peered into the lands he remembered from his youth, wondering what had changed here. The next step was to seek out his family and see who was still around, and what they were all doing. The last sibling he'd seen was Leo, when he'd been informed of his father's infidelity and some vague family drama that he hadn't gotten many details about. Surely much had changed over the years, and though he felt somewhat guilty for not being around -- he'd had his reasons and he wasn't going to dwell for too long on the past.

After awhile he settled on his haunches, peering into the plains. He couldn't see anyone immediately, and though Harmony's scent certainly was evident here, it wasn't fresh enough to tell if she was nearby or not. Abaven had enough lands to make something like that quite difficult to discern. Finally he tipped his head to the sky, letting loose a call for her, knowing he'd been gone too long to consider himself welcome with an express invitation.

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