j- bees?

I'm fine with this not going well for Aesop, considering he up and left without a word!

"Well, shit," said Aesop as he came upon the borders. To expect to find his home unchanged was folly, but he had not thought the find it in such disarray. The shores he had followed were washed up and covered in decaying driftwood and the debris of the ocean, rotting bodies and great tangles of seaweed. The stench of rotting fish followed him as he traversed the ruined coasts until he came upon the familiar rocky shores of Stavanger Bay. It was in no better shape than the other territories he had passed on his way. The flood line had clearly been high, trees were flung carelessly, their roots scrabbling at the sky in desperate search for purchase. A storm had clearly struck, and it was unclear if the territory was still inhabited. 

Still, it was best to attend to the formalities. He settled on his haunches a respectful distance from the borders. With his heard in his throat he howled, calling for Thistle Cloud, or whoever lead the pack now. He had come home and found it changed, but hoped dearly that it would be recognizable, and that he would be welcomed home.