Stone Circle Did the Heartbreak Change Me? Maybe

It wasn't long before something woke the slumbering man; a voice? No. A howl? He groaned, throat dry and swollen from the lack of moisture. He had barely just stepped paw into the territory, and judging by the light filtering in through the mouth of the cave, the man assumed he had only been asleep for a couple of hours since he return.

He had half the mind to resume his rest, but something about the howl was eerily similar. It's tone, it's length... It was when he laid there, desperate to find the strength he needed to walk that he realized that perhaps it was his daughter.

It had been long since he'd seen the leader.

Raising, the elder dragged himself from the den towards the call. He hadn't gotten the chance to groom himself, to preen and be presentable to an audience. His fur was still worn and flippant around his frame, his eyes dark and tired. It did nothing but accent his age; his neck slightly dipped from a heavy spine and greying face.

It was only when he saw ira that he would smile, regarding her with a slowly and shaky bow before turning to the male beside her and nodding his head. "Ira, welcome home."