Dragoncrest Cliffs i wanted to be your anchor

The journey has been long, but relief came in a steady rush when they finally reached familiar turf without incident. He'd been glad enough to leave the Caldera, even more pleased to finally smell sea-salt on the winds again, and then this was all that and more. In due time, the edges of the territory outlined the horizon, and at last, they are back home to their cliffs.

It could have been worse. By leagues, certainly. They'd found Wildfire, but she had suffered--still suffered, and they failed to return with her so her family suffered still. Well, those of Drageda did. Simple as that. He's marinated in the mixed feelings of this all on the whole walk back, watched Wildfire's kids do the same, so by now, he's all but exhausted by the idea of it and just glad he's home, in one piece, and back to the rest of his pack and family.

When their Heda rose her call, his ears splayed and he brushed against Portia lightly, despite the sorrowful weight their news was sure to carry. Soon, the pack came. For long enough, at least until tiredness weighed out, he did intend to loiter with the group--with his tail waving, glad to see familiar faces as they trickled onto the scene (each curious, looking for their answers) and wishing they had something better to return with..