Blackfoot Forest that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately;

this place... it had not changed. but he had.

it was no longer the soft, spineless aaron who wandered into the teekon wilds-- no. this was tantalus. tantalus was not the same wolf. a woman would not cheat on tantalus, ever, for any reason. a man would not come and steal from him what he'd worked so hard to build up. it would not work like that, it simply wouldn't. tantalus was a different wolf. 

and so he acted like one. 

he stepped carefully through the underbrush, it was the same as when he'd owned this forest. unruly, like his subordinates. that would change this go around. they would know that he was in charge, not to be messed with, not to be challenged. to be respected. his silver-blue gaze narrowed forward as he walked, large paws crushing the earth beneath them. despite all that had transpired here, tantalus thought, it was good to be back.

but this would not be where he settled, not this time. you can't have a fresh start on the same, tainted lands. this was merely a pitstop, a passing through. just to remind the forest that it had missed out on the most valuable prize-- him.