Phoenix Maplewood Coming Home

He's been quiet through their journey, following Sebastian's instructions without complaint or hesitation — an easy enough task, when the grey male is the only thing keeping him alive. The silver-furred boy is certain he wouldn't be able to go on without him, even if he had somehow escaped the fire on his own.
He recognizes the Maplewood as they enter it, immediately noting the scent of Morningside wolves. It's not as strong as it'd been in the Plains, but he'd know it anywhere. Sunny appears then, and his breath catches slightly at the sight of a packmate, though he hesitates to greet him. They're brothers, yes, but he's not terribly familiar with him.
Just as what's left of his tail slowly starts to wag, someone else appears. Someone far more familiar to him. He's frozen in place at first, but he allows the embrace — and after a moment, he sinks into it, overwhelmed with emotion. Adi, He rasps quietly, the beginnings of tears stinging his eyes. He blinks them away quickly, fixing a gaze both sharp with worry and soft with affection on the man when he pulls away. Home, he hears him say — this is home. So the others must be here, then.
Where's — mom? Enough time has passed since the fire to know now that the damage to his voice is more permanent — from his throat injury, surely, and he's gathered as much himself already. His ears burn with shame at the way his question sounds, but he needs to know. Kitten, too, and Eventide — are they safe?