A white wolf appeared before him, her eyes like eyes and her coat smelling of Asteraia. She had told him that the Monster wanted to speak with him and he should return to the plains as soon as possible. And then, she vanished, walking off with a look of wonder in her eyes. For a time, Halcyon considered ignoring the request. The last time he and the Monster had spoken, she had tried to rip out his throat. The scar was still there, but fully healed and mostly covered in fur. What could she possibly want with him now? It wasn't until his curiosity could no longer be contained that the ex-prince of Asteraia returned to his homeland.
It took him all day and most of the night to reach the pack. The travelling after the sun had gone down had been slow and steady as rumors had started spreading, telling word of huge beasts attacking unsuspecting wolves in the light of the moon. Luckily, the night was quiet and as dawn started to rise, Halcyon had made it to the plains. The vast, seemingly empty, field stretched before him. The smell of a new wolf clung to the borders, and yet, the Monster was still there. Shrugging his shoulders, Halcyon stepped over the marker and made his way into his old homeland.
Unsure of where to go, he stayed close to the edge of the pack, keeping an eye out for the familiar form of the alpha. Part of him wanted to spring into a run to find his old den, the one his mother had given birth to him and Mugen in. Resisting the urge, he walked around for a short time before finding a comfortable place to rest his weary paws. The Monster knew he was coming. She knew he was here. There was no need to howl for her. When she was ready, she would make her presence known.