I'll be home for Christmas

speech,

ooc: set after the thread with him and Kylar letting him go. (that thread has been up for like a couple weeks now so ya know, I feel like it's fair game lolol)

"Please still be there, please still be there..." That had been his mantra from the moment he stepped out of the Arcanum lands and had set course for the willows where he had last seen his family. He struggled with his own body every step of the way. While his captors had not been cruel, he still was mildly worse for wear from the experience. His form seemed frail compared to his usually thickly built physique. The winter wind blew hard against his sides, his legs trembled from lack of use these last few months, but he wouldn't let anything hold him back. All he could think about was Surreal and his children. They were what kept him going, they were his world. Guilt gripped his insides for leaving them alone for so long. This wasn't ever his plan. He had never dreamed something like this would happen. But, now it had, and all he could hope for was for Surreal to forgive him.

He stepped into the willows that he and Surreal had named home and slowed to a halt. He panted hard from the journey, that fact making him wonder how bad a shape he was really in. He turned and padded toward their den, still saying that mantra in his head. "Please still be there..." The sun was sinking below the horizon as he laid eyes on the den, his heart pounding in his chest. Oh gosh, what was Surreal going to say? And the kids? There was only one way to find out...  "Surreal? Surreal, are you here?" he called, keeping his bass tones low so he wouldn't wake the pups if they had already gone to sleep.