It is a long journey from the fields to the mountains, even with my skill for speed it takes longer then I anticipated, tongue hanging from my lips when I finally manage to reach the pack of my birth, chest heaving. I suppose I didn’t have to run the whole way but, well, I liked running, I liked being outside, I liked seeing how much further and faster I could go each time. It had been….years since I had come back home. Maybe that makes me a bad son, for surely I should have come back to see Mother and Father and Sister Pandora. I hear Mother has had another litter this year, maybe I will even get to see them- though business is first this time. Maybe…..maybe Father might even hear of me coming, maybe, if I am successful in this he might even be proud.

I never was exactly what he wanted. He loves me, I know that, he does, but I never did care for science experiments of flow charts or wondering why the sun rose where it did and set where it did. I just accepted those things I guess. They were what they were and nothing would change that- I don’t know why we had to study it. I loped onward and upward until my earthen limbs reached the border line, golden touched features searching for signs of anyone I remembered, or anyone who might remember me. Maybe they wouldn’t, I’d been a child then and I was an adult now, fully grown- although not exactly the tallest wolf. I blame my Father for that. Everyone tells me his Father, Indus, was one of the tallest wolves around- so what happened to Pan? Maybe Wild Justice, his Mother- had been short.

I let a call out all the same, ears pricked forward, calling for the Alphess and yet leaving it open I suppose, just in case anyone else might feel like coming along as I waited. I would have to visit with my parents, I am sure, in fact, I almost looked forward to it- at least visiting with Mother. For now however I suppose I should focus on the business of the matter. Mistress Alpha wanted an alliance between our pack and the mountain, because I had recommended it. It seemed logical after all, though unless asked for the reason I suppose I’d just keep them to myself, diplomatic tasks were not really the future I saw for myself- I am a spy through and through, not exactly as honourable as what Pan would have liked- but I’m good at it, actually good at it. So I waited, scruffy chocolate and gold form seated neatly on the border, golden eyes looking for Dany. I wonder if she would remember me, her friend- or whatever he had been, Leonidas had saved me from a landslide that time when I was younger, did she remember that? I pushed the thought from my mind for now, simply enjoying the sun on my back.