He was pleased to say the least. Taviora was not the place he wanted to be, grow and do what he wanted to do. No, Zanon could tell Magpie enjoyed the land alongside her little soul and the child she had found, but Zanon knew Taviora would always be temporary. He had wanted to go to a different pack, Asteraia was first on his mind before its takeover, then he was torn. Diveen or Spirane. He never did make up his mind. Both were not as… pacifist, as the pack he had taken up residence in, the same pack his soul enjoyed, and for that he liked in there in a way. Keeping what was his safe. However, after Lefteris’ theft and saving it seems he got a little skittish and hid, the boy Mags found loved his forest home. It seemed like his little group had become just the two again. He offered her the chance to stay, but no, as always the gold girl had chosen to follow.

It felt like a long time since he had been back to Iromar, but in reality hadn’t it only been a year and a half? He had starting heading this way the moment he heard there was a challenge on the borders. After all, he heard of the silence that fell over Iromar when spring hit, then who could miss the buzz of gossip whenever a challenge call was made anywhere in Moladion. Blackthorne had gained his pack underhandedly, Zanon wanted some justice. He hoped that the brute would get trounced as his father did for using trickery rather than skill to get a pack, and by the time he had arrived, it seemed that it was over. A new scent was on the border, one he did not know, he didn’t care, who it was, but also there was a staleness about the lands too. As if most wolves had wandered from it by the time its new ruler had arrived. Untried… Zanon noted, but he didn’t care, they had tried to seek the alpha and fight, and for the time he would content himself with that and the knowledge that it was no longer him.

He had quickly met with Avery, let his skills and presence known alongside Magpie before he started walking around the lands. Little had changed, minus it looked a mess, Magpie had made a beeline but Zanon chose to do a more roundabout wandering towards their old location. She had been upset when they left the pelts he had given her. He wondered if anyone had taken their den’s residence, or stolen the pelts. He doubted it. It was out of the way, and not ideal. Soon he was back on the den area and saw the golden wolfess already hard at work on the densite.

”Only proof it was untouched. Once cleaned it will be like we never left.” He remarked easily, his tail flicking as he moved around the end pulling up the tall grass with his fangs and shaking it out of his maw. It really was a mess, but least there were no half eaten corpses or gators about. ”What do you think, Magpie? Happy to be back?” He figured she would be. As fast as she ran for the old densite it seemed obvious, but he knew how much she enjoyed talking, even if it was about nothing in particular.