Sun is Setting in the West

The man had made his way home, he probably looked like a sight to see. His coat was dirty despite it's dark color. Aqua blue eyes seemed dim yet still were able to see. Dark gray paws were crusted with mud and dried blood, most his own. Thane did not care to speak of what happened to him during or after the battle. He was home now so that's all that mattered. Cyril lay perched on his shoulder as well, quiet as a mouse. The man had appeared just a few moments in Chrysanthe's speech. He would sit down on the outskirts of the grouping, only caring to glance over at his mate and son. This made him wonder where his other son was, as well for his daughter. Resnera was smart, she was probably fine, is what he convinced himself. And as for Ryker, he had no idea, he hadn't even been home since to know lately.

White lined ears listened as words of moving came to his ears. She spoke of an island, that sounded quite nice. Thane listened as he leaned down to lick the mud and dirt from his paws...well an attempt more or less. At least the coat on his back and sides looked fairly presentable. With a sigh the male stood up and silently walked over to Ookami. He was also sure she might have been worried about his absence; this made him guilty. As he slowly and quietly sat down with a soft grunt Thane looked over to her and offered her a small soft smile. Then he would look over to Ravine near them and give a small nod. Cyril who still perched atop his shoulder-blade shifted.

Looking at Chrysanthe the man would give her a nod, he was a mess. Truly all the brute needed was a good cleaning and maybe a checkup on things. And maybe he was feeling crappy because alas it was winter now, he was already five now. Maybe now he was truly an old man; but Thane would never really truly accept that, maybe partially though.