Stone Circle These aren't my people

It feels weird to be back, in a way. He stands on the borders, feeling akin to an outsider when this used to be… where he wanted to regard as home. Perhaps it is because outside of Ira and Sindri, Evergreen never grew close to the other members of Easthollow. He swallows down nervously, uncertain what to expect.

Maybe he’ll be turned away, maybe Ira will be upset with him. She should be, if he’s honest. His ears flatten thinking of how he promised not to hurt her to Greyback, and yet, he could very well be… about to do that.

He does not have long to wonder, for she arrives swiftly—ever dutiful. Round ears return to flickering towards the roan warrior as she approaches. The smile she wears makes a sheepish one curl on his own lips, and yet, both seem to disappear all too quickly.

“I… It’s a long story,” he says, averting his mismatched green eyes momentarily. “I’m sorry for disappearing without word. It wasn’t… intended, and I wouldn’t leave for good without telling you first.” A promise, in a way, because he knows he owes Ira at least a goodbye.

“I, uhm, just took to wandering for a bit, and ended up finding a few wolves who needed help. On my way back here, a woman was attacked… and… Oh! I’m uhm, okay. She’s okay too!” He rambles, unable to stay on-subject. His heart pounds, and his stomach feels weird—nerves.