They we back… At last.

How many years had they been gone? It felt like forever, and the lands had both changed so much and so little in their absence. Of course the one thing Sinclair could have hoped would change didn’t. The wolf who usurped Tesseract was still the leader of Glorall and Sinclair thought about all the implications of that. After all, Glorall had been a very turbulent pack that had many different leaders up until Tesseract’s rule, and it seemed Eden too had kept it under control all these years. It meant he was very strong and had a lot of loyal wolves… Tesseract apparently had nothing to be ashamed of losing to such an opponent yet, it was still hard. Still it did say a lot about how much had changed too… As they went around the lands Sinclair discovered that many of the packs, even Diveen, though he guessed he shouldn’t have been too surprised there, had changed paws. His aunt Isola was very old by now and he wondered if she was even still alive, or how much of his family was even left in Diveen.

He himself was no spring chicken anymore, silver furs now hidden among his muzzle and years and years of scars now mostly marring his legs though two wolves at different times got awfully close to taking his right eye leaving him a cross-shaped scar on his cheek where they had both, thankfully missed. Things were not that much better out there than they had been here, perhaps worse in some places. Always though Sinclair heard apocryphal stories regarding his homeland from the beastly wolves that lived here to apparently how some stole souls. He guessed they weren’t entirely wrong, yet he didn’t see it that way, especially the stealing of souls part though he never had imprinted on anyone even in his time here.

Cersei had his heart, and as far as he was concerned his soul too. He was dedicated to his best friend and mate and that never faded in the slightest. The lands might have changed daily as they wandered but that was one thing that had been constant in his life was his partnership to the, sometimes bossy, needy, and occasionally selfish female that was his mate. Sometimes that personality of hers got them into trouble, but never anything more than he ever could handle. Still it felt good he supposed to be back at the lands to which they were born.

She had insisted on coming here for some reason, but he left her to explore and wander about on her own as he did his own. His black tipped tail swished at his heels while his eyes went over the area with an experience that was far from what he had in his youth. He took in prints of all kinds of animals, showing that there was quite a bit of prey here where in other places it had been very scarce if not downright desolate. The weather was perfectly fine here too. The sun high in the sky and while it was pretty hot, it was summer, and felt pretty normal to him.

”This will be a great place to stay until we know what’s going on.” Sinclair mumbled to himself, a smile touching his muzzle, his tail waving a little faster. Much better than some of the other places we had to stay at. he mused inwardly this time. He was sure there was some sort of clearing or something he could secure for them. HIs ears twitched though as he thought he heard someone. He didn’t think it was Cersei, but the scarred warrior could never be certain. HIs eyes narrow and his stance automatically widened, until he was certain if it was friend or not Sinclair didn’t take chances. Not anymore.