If you could take it all back

He knew that he had been gone too long for everything to simply go back to normal. The Long Night, his niece's death thought to be at his fangs, and his subsequent exile had likely shaken the pack's faith. Faith in him, faith in their family, their pack, maybe Abraxas himself. He couldn't imagine that his deific forefather would be particularly proud of him, if he had been following Eligos' disgrace. But somehow even knowing all that it was a shock to come back to see the pack lands so... Silent. So still. They had a feeling almost of abandonment, which was only fitting since he had abandoned them when they needed him most. He had never thought he would be here again, except to die. It was surreal, them, to be sitting here outside his cave-den once again. Like nothing had changed. He needed to make up for lost time, pull his pack out of hiding, but for the moment could only sit, and drink it on as the sun rose to paint the canyon in fresh color.