Though still recovering, still shaky and tired from the plague that had struck, Hephaestus could not let the opportunity to see his Ebony siblings again pass him by. So, when his mother had decided to take those feeling well enough for the long journey back to Ebony, he'd sat himself up straight and puffed himself up, trying to still the quavering of weakened muscles, trying to look like he was well enough. It either worked or his mother thought it might toughen him up, but either way he found himself trudging after his mother and Gaia as they returned along the same route he had more reluctantly followed months before. It was quite a long journey, but he had seen over half a year of life now and was not really a pup anymore - his longer limbs ate up the ground more quickly than before, and the plague had burned off what was left of his baby fat, leaving him thin and wiry, but already beginning to pack on muscle once more from the trip. Only hints of the mountainous wolf he would become, still in the gangly adolescent stage and not at his full height, but you could see it none the less.
When his mother stopped at the border to Ebony, Hephaestus looked askance at her. Were they not as welcome as if this were Olympus? He still didn't fully understand that no, they were not members of Ebony despite the months spent in Olympus. To him, this was his birth pack, with his Mama and his other siblings just waiting for him to return. He needed to see them, needed to see that they were all right even though he couldn't be there to protect them. Fire-marked muzzle turned longingly to gaze into Ebony lands, but he sat obediently at the border with his mother to wait.
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