May I Borrow A Cup Of Sugar?

Tyrian had gone home. Not permanently of course. For now he was simply scouting and getting a feel for the state of the lands. When he took over Legion he would need to have a return plan in place. No doubt the pack would be wondering when they could go home and Tyrian wanted to be ready with a time frame. It would be a real feather in his cap to be able to give them that information at the meeting after his ascension was announced.

He was on his way home and nearly there when a question posed to a nearby traveler reached his ears. Tyrian, being the nosy, talkative sort, simply couldn't resist interjecting. "This sort," he said, gesturing to himself and then shooting a wry look over at the wolf 'n' cat pair. "And uh...in "this sort's" case...no, not yet. At least not permanently anyway." He shrugged. "Hopefully soon, though. I miss this place. These woods. There's no place like home, right?"