Normally, fear might have struck him about returning to Seracia, seeing his son and daughter in law, and his grandchildren. While he doubted they could ever stop loving him, he did wonder how angry they might be at his sudden departure. Surely they would have understood, but he wouldn't blame them if they didn't. Nor would he blame them for worrying he might leave again - but he had no sincere intentions of that. The once-King would stretch once more and slip from the den after her, agreeing that a hare sounded like a nice breakfast with a simple nod. She knew this terrain better than he did - at least now. Who knew what had changed since he'd been gone. Seracia was a whole new world again - a world he intended to get to know. He would brush against her side gently with a murmured line "Now where are these rabbits you speak of?" Nostrils would flare to take in the scents in the area - his son's the strongest, as his ears tuned in to the sounds of their surroundings. All was quiet on this morning, though the sun had been up for an hour or two. The crown of his head would align with his spine as he set himself into hunting mode, tail flickering behind him anxiously. It would be nice to hunt in claimed land for a change.
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