Firefly Glen And what once was a world is a star

"No," He agreed with Fennec, though it still felt somewhat odd for him to simply cross back into the packlands that were, in all the right regards, still his home. His mother had delivered the message that he'd been injured, and Meerkat had gone back so he was certain that his leaders knew he would be back, but had needed time to heal. If he'd inspected the borders more closely he might have noticed there was a scent he didn't recognize, but he did not fear hostility from any new members simply because the Glen had established itself as a primarily peaceful pack, with two sister-packs. 

So he'd move forward slowly, not wanting to wander too far from where he'd howled in case he missed Meerkat- but even before he could see her, he could smell her scent on the wind as she approached, so he felt no need to rush. Perhaps if he could only slow time down, maybe he'd have another moment or two before he had to tell her...

Time wouldn't heed his plea, though, and Meerkat appeared through the lightly forested distance and came toward them. She didn't run or bound as she might normally would have, and he suspected she was still carrying a heavy heart after losing Desdemona and Toad. Her greeting expressed relief, and he moved forward to greet her by pressing his chest gently against hers and drawing her in with a gentle nudge of his chin. "Meerkat," He said, as he pulled back. He began to struggle, visibly, with the heart-wrenching message he was entitled to deliver to his younger sister. He glanced back at Fennec, before he lowered his head and confessed. "I have some-" And he had to draw in another, shaky breath. "Really, bad news." He wanted to break it as gently as possible- but found it impossible to do. "It's Primrose, Meerk." He pursed his lips, but they jigged at the corners, and he couldn't utter it- but he gave a stiff nod. He knew she'd have questions- he just needed a moment to hold his breath to keep himself from falling apart again.