Homeward bound

It had been some time since his last steps within the lands of Celestial. The young man had needed time to grieve his mother's death - he hadn't been gone entirely,
coming to check the pack's borders in secrecy before going off on his own again. Nothing had really been amiss since the raid, which he was glad for. Now, Exodus felt he was ready to return in full and earnest, so he stepped up to the border and tilted back his head to sing a song of homecoming. He called to the Archangel, so that he might explain his absence honestly. He needed to commit himself fully now to protecting the pack, and he couldn't do that if he was stuck in a state of mourning and loss.
Although those feelings would never truly leave him, he knew he could focus on things that would fill the void left by his parents' deaths. So now he waited, closing his eyes as he focused on his breath,
ears tilting as he listened to the familiar sounds of the breeze whisking over the plains.