Ferns and Flowers

Jakart gave a yawn as he set foot at the edge of the gully and bowed his front in a stretch. They'd traveled across a good portion of the land to reach here. Callisto and him making the trek in relative silence between them. And there it was. Home. Donostrea and his sisters just a little ways away, the plains on the horizon, the beach off in the distance. Jakart looked back at Callisto. The healer would love it here. Plenty of plants for one such as her to gather and stockpile. "We're here." He strolled back to his flagging oncemate. "You can make a den a ways away from ours if you want." The grey male churned his toes into the fertile soil. "Also, there's a pack over there," Jakart jerked his head in the direction of the pack of giant wolves. "Donostrea, and if anything ever happens just run there and mention my name." The male yawned again. He'd find her a suitable den then head off to sleep. It had been a long journey.