Dragoncrest Cliffs i know the pieces fit, 'cause i watched them tumble down

It is midday when he reaches the borders. He takes a deep breath and enters Drageda, shaky paws crunching the fallen autumn leaves. His journey home went smoothly, with only one event, his encounter with Witchbaby, to slow him down. But he is here now, and he knows what he must do. It cannot be avoided or sidestepped, and so he makes no detours. He leans against a tree and throws his maw skyward, summoning his Commander.

With another deep breath, the snowy wolf lowers his head, his ears splayed in sadness and anxiety. She will not be happy with him, he knows, but he has to face it. He has done so well up until now and it feels as if his world is crashing down. There is no guarantee that the coal-furred woman will greet him in anger, but @Thuringwethil seems stern in her orders and he doubts she will react to his premature return gladly.