King Elk Forest hard aces

jomyo'd given him a rough timeline of how long it'd take her to get across the teekons, but he found himself fretting anyway, wondering if it really was okay he'd let her go alone. she's capable, of course, he tells himself, but what if, what if, what if..? he's busy enough to keep mostly distracted (and especially now with the latest addition to the pack, cicero's strange sons he's not quite sure what to do with), but he still frets.

so jomyo's howl brings with it an immediate relief -- once it processes through his groggy, half-asleep brain. delight crawls out of his den and stretches, figuring, hell, he's awake, he might as well get a report or whatever it is leaders are supposed to do. he makes his way to the scout, somewhat sleepy-paced, and finds her by the creek. he'd assumed all was well given her call indicated so, and a quick once-over confirms: limbs all intact, no hideous wounds, no surprises. cor. "hey," he greets, "welcome back."