Silvertip Mountain Coming Home

A howl went up at the borders and FitzDutiful stopped what he was doing. He must be dreaming, for a second he thought he had heard June. No, June was safely at his father's pack with Gracious - she wouldn't be back here now. He carried on his border patrol, which so happened to be taking him towards the sound of June's call. She was stood on the borders, looking ever bit as June like as the day she had left. It hadn't been all that long since Mason had escorted her out; as he wandered towards her he counted the number of suns that had come 14 round about. Two weeks. It was possible she had never made it to his father's pack.

With a moment's concern for Gracious he sped up towards his only daughter. Currently only daughter anyway - the others were due any day now and there was potentially another girl among them. "Is everything okay?!" he exclaimed as he neared her, looking her over for any signs of fighting or danger.