The Sentinels old gypsy woman spoke to me

Having caught up with his family on more lighthearted matters, Constantine found himself amidst the tall redwoods, his eyes roving over the new territory. It felt like home, certainly – but only because of the companionship of his loved ones. Nothing of the territory was familiar, but it did not mean he ached for the Plateau.
 
He would simply need to adjust.
 
For now, hunger gnawed at him, and weary from his travels, the youthful man had managed to catch a small but plump grouse. The sun beckoned to him as he moved closer to the shoreline, his meal within jaws, and as the rays of light began to descend upon the horizon, Constantine stole a moment of alone time, indulging his thoughts and sweeping down to a sphinx-like rest. He pulled his meal towards him, one paw holding his catch firmly as he began to work away the feathers – it was good to be home, but there was certainly something missing: Casmir.