Blacktail Deer Plateau At least for a week

Nieve! called a voice that was deeper and gruffer than she recalled, but still definitely his. She picked her tail up in a jovial wag and trotted the last few feet to him, only to pause when she reached him. Nieve was poised on the tips of her toes to reach out and wrap him in a wolfish embrace, but there was something very different about Reyes that made her stop short.

He looked older. More haggard, more serious. He looked a lot like Rosalyn but his composition was heavier and his fur fell in all the wrong ways. Comparatively, Nieve was a mere willow branch, tall but much lighter. It felt like ages ago they'd stood together and vowed to find Scarab and Rosalyn so Erzulie might be happy again, and the time in between was emphasized by just how much Reyes looked like he'd changed.

When did you get home? she asked, a little breathless not only from her flight through the woods, but the sheer shock of seeing him and the fully grown wolf he'd become.