Well. Hello, old-home. Hiram paused at the border of Glorall, looking into the trees that kept secret the sandy beaches beyond. It’s been a while. Like a long time. Like he hadn’t been around since he’d ran away when he was two. It was odd coming back - but at the same time, it felt natural to return to his birthplace. Though, he noted, the smells had changed. What had been the alpha’s name so long ago? Hell, he’d forgotten - but he knew the alpha had been female. Now, a male’s scent clung to the trees and stone. Hiram tilted his head, wondering if his oh-so-dear mother had decided to stick around the place once the leadership had changed and if she had taken his brother, Sinclair, with her.

Time to find out. Hiram barked loudly to announce himself, and then creeped inside the border. Someone would find him. Likely someone hostile - which he wasn’t sure he minded. He enjoyed a bit of scrappy welcome. It’s what he’d been used to in his time away. You know - the common loner-meets-loner stuff; meet a stranger for a meal, tussle to find the pecking order, then chat and laugh about it later. That sort of deal. His pack skills weren’t entirely lacking, though, and he kept his head and tail low. No threat did he mean to pose, though for some reason he always seemed to look a bit feral with his lovely wiry mess of a pelt. Looked nice today, though. By some miracle. Maybe because he’d lost his thick winter pelt not too long ago and had yet to mess up the new coat with everything the wild had to offer.

Hiram stopped by an important looking fallen tree - he’d decided it was important because it smelled heavily of wolves. Maybe patrols passed here often. Hiram smoothly leaped up onto the log. Though his coat was often a mess, he had inherited naturally graceful gates from Sinopa’s side of the family, so there was an uncommon effortlessness that seemed to follow his steps. Hiram decided that he would sit upon this log for a while. Maybe in an hour, he’d continue further into the territory if patrols seemed slow. Hiram yawned and then his multicolored eyes scanned the brush around him for company (as was his habit since he had discovered that he was deaf in his left ear).