The Sentinels A long journey

The borders had become his home. Working them was methodical, it was familiar, and be could make his progress and ensure that what wickedness had touched Poughkeepsie never came here. It meant for the massive wolf odd hours, and according to some, reclusiveness. Still he didn't care - the opinions of others had never mattered at all to the guardian. The den of healers that it was had its own dramas and he was fine to be far removed from that. 

A drifting breeze threw him off his plan and Castiel froze, his eyes narrowing for a moment. There was a cant of his head, shifting and processing the information he was given until he put it to the memory it belonged with. He had assumed - he never would have left otherwise.... 

Without a word the large male took off, running as quickly as he could although his legs did not propell his girth with much speed. A distance from his borders was a figure he didn't think he'd see again, the gait as familiar as his own. Castiel barely stopped a couple feet from the male, chest heaving just a bit as he struggled for the proper words to say. "You - I thought you were dead."