This had to be it, he could smell it in the grasses. His nose dug the ground as he inhaled, thankful that the soil was mud instead of dirt. His nose would return to it's normal position, twitching only slightly to be sure for the hundredth time that this was home; or at least family.
Deep sapphire optics gently took eye to his surroundings. Was anyone around? He would only wait moments longer thinking of how long he had been waiting to be home. But what if this wasn't home?
There was a sense to try, wasn't there? He'd rather know this wasn't home than walking away. So he finally let out a call for his family, the one's that would recognize his voice. He knew better than to come marching in. He would take a seat just outside the pack's lands, waiting patiently for who was to come, that was if anyone would.
