For some time I simply stood there, soaking in the atmosphere of the home I had once thought forever lost to me. It was a foolish notion, one perpetuated by the cycle of long time families fleeing their homes at the slightest whiff of change. Like so many others I had fallen susceptible to the concept, leaving the lands of my birth, those which I found the greatest comfort within, in favor of maintaining the bonds of my family. The choice had made sense at the time - my home was wherever they were. But time had shifted such things, and Praetor's true home had been found within Aithne and his children. Tesseract had found himself a mistress, and I had been...alone. But now, standing upon the rocky shoreline of Glorall, I felt myself surrounded by the sea and sand and rocks and I felt more at home in this solitary state than I had in years of the company of Aithne's pack. The undulation of the waves lulled me into quiet reflection, nose lifted to inhale the salty air that buffeted off the sea. An occasional spray of briny water left the gray shadows of my limbs speckled with wet spots.
Attuned to my surroundings, I heard the soft step of another's approach, and my silhouetted ears pivoted backwards to inform the other that I was aware of his presence. I took a final, deep draw of the ocean air into my lungs, savoring this moment of silence before the politics of my arrival upon the shores of Glorall would be broached. His warning bark caused my violet eyes to open, and I pivoted gracefully atop my rocky perch to face him. His form prowled towards me, reminiscent of one engaged in the hunt, and my nostrils flared as I sniffed at the air. Familiarity immediately washed over me as his scent mingled with the border that I practically straddled, and I knew at once who I faced. The first time I had smelled his cologne, it had been deeply embedded in the wounds that littered my father's body. And yet, despite his approach, there was no fear in my eyes as I looked upon him for the first time.