A taste of home

He glanced across the market. Taking in the scent of the strange pack, and the strange wolves that lived here. After the mad dash across the sea, there was something very strange about the atmosphere of norm here. He felt it curling in his gut, the urge to keep running, fighting, moving. But there was nothing left to do, no one left to save.

He turned, and stopped when he realised he was about to run into another wolf - only for them to keep moving. Moving into him, grabbing him. He let out a breath of pain at the sudden movement of his injuries. He might have made a very bad move as well, if it wasn’t for Solar. Attacking a wolf in the heart of their pack lands would have been foolhardy on any day, but more so when he didn’t have the strength to hold his own.

But it was Solar's cry of surprise and joy that stilled him, and he realised then who held him. He looked at the warm coffee wolf in his arms, and let out a cry of surprise of his own. Wrapping his paws around her suddenly, headless of his hurts. “Wren! Impossible. I thought you were dead.” He admitted, and gasped softly at the pain in his ribs. “Easy, easy” he cautioned her strong grip on him. She looked… good. Strong and steady and all the tastes of home he could have asked for. He pulled back slightly to get a better look at the familiar girl. She had always been a joy when he had traded with her pack. Clever, and witty and charming. At least, he had always found her so.

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