Seaside Moors People ought to stick together, that's the way to make a crowd.

There was little doubt in his mind as to whom the howl belonged when he heard it—he knew that voice, one he was equally surprised and relieved to hear; he wondered if she might be gone, too, like so many before her. But perhaps the world was finally righting itself, returning to the coastal pack all that it once stole. Perhaps things were on the right track for moving forward.

Little more thought was given as Aningan took off towards the source of the call, eager to greet her. And yet, when at last he arrived, he could hardly get out a word—his gaze drifted from one unfamiliar face to the next, then darted between the whelps before shooting back over to Raleska. Curiosity was more than alive behind his eyes, questions lingering on the tip of his tongue. But when he opened his mouth, tail swaying behind him, all that came out was—

“You’re home.”