They travelled for a while now, weeks maybe. They were getting closer to the coast with each passing day, he could smell it. That same salty air that welcomed him here in Teekon upon his earliest days here. They were lonely back then, with less than welcoming folk as far as he could remember. Most were rather unpleasant, but maybe now, with Wren, it would be different now than it was back then.
He left her side earlier in the morning for a quick hunt. The scent of bird was thick in the air even now in the middle of winter. He was only gone an hour or two, retuning to where he and Wren had rested for the night with a mouth full of a couple of grouse he managed to snag quickly. They hung limp in his maw by the neck as he approached the makeshift den (to keep them warm and safe from winter's cold touch).
"Hey" she lifts her head, weariness from travel but not as bad as coming to the Teekons in the first place. Wren noticed he left and perhaps maybe hoped he would stay away. The whole disaster with Kingslend made her not blame him if he chose to go back. Without her though... would the pack accept him? Would they kill him? Would they kill her if she went back? No.
She was not going back. Nothing could make her go back. Elijah had food in his jaws, looking pleased with himself. "So you weren't faking it" she forces a tired laugh as she gets up "you're better at hunting on the ground than in the water, huh?" Approaching her friend, she reaches out to bump her nose against his shoulder in a 'good job'. Ah, she could smell the ocean as well...
It made the whole situation bittersweet.
He tried not to think too much of Kingslend and how much trouble they were in with that whole damn pack. It would only dampen his mood and sadden him once again to think about, so the brute simply brushed it away and kept moving forward. Life had simply gone back to normal as it did before then, only with someone else to keep him company and fight off that bitting loneliness he had before.
He smiled with a mouth full of feathers as she congratulated him, snort tail flip-flopping at the bump of her nose against him before the man dropped their breakfast onto the ground. Black tongue curling and spitting out any lingering feathers that may have stuck to it and any other part of his mouth. Sure can!
He sang proudly.
You can smell the ocean too right? We aren't that far now.
He wondered who would be there now that could shelter them - preferably away from Kingslend and keep them safe once they find out of them and not chase them off for bringing trouble to their doorstep.