The boys are back in town

Home. Well... he couldn't quite call it that. Quill had been the first to leave and had been away longer than he'd been part of the pack. If you asked him, he didn't really have a home. The monochromatic brute was a wanderer through and through. He'd traveled to many places and had seen many things. Surprisingly, he'd crossed paths with his brothers while meandering about the globe. Together, the three of them had mentioned possibly returning to meet up with their family. They'd traveled together for a while and, though Quill had quite enjoyed being with his brothers, his paws had led him away.

While he moved about the world, Quill continued to think of the conversation with Rev and Ren and before he realized it, his paws were moving him back towards his family home. Word had reached him that Fenmyre was no more due to his father falling ill, so he knew that the island wouldn't be inhabited with Kleins. He hadn't known that his aunts pack had moved and so he first went to the Dove Islands and was surprised when foreign wolves were there. Quill promptly pissed on their border then continued on his way.

The scents of his brothers met the brutes nose and he followed their rather fresh tracks. These scent trails eventually led him to a border marker that he recognized. His father's scent was strong here. Rather than announce himself, Quill decided to be a surprise. He could only hope that no one intercepted him.

Following his nose, Quill eventually moved towards the opening of a cave. His eyes adjusted to the change in light and he noted the familiar forms of Rev and Ren. It seemed that they'd timed things perfectly. "We meet again," low tones would sound from behind them. Moving into the den, Quill took a step forward, his gaze falling upon the form of his mother. Feelings were difficult for the mottled man, but he plastered on a smile and gave Aliana a nuzzle. "Hello, mother." Dualtoned eyes shifted to look at the many, many balls of fluff waddling around before him. Lowering his head, Quill gave one of the pups a sniff then licked its dark little cheek, the action knocking the pup onto its side. They were wobbly little things, weren't they?

Quill's eyes moved back to his mother's face and he chuckled softly. "I see you've been busy." He hadn't expected his parents to stop fucking, but damn... that was a lot of puppies.

"Speech"