Ouroboros Spine The big lake they call Gitche Gumee

The gathering that came together in the wake of their long search made his heart happy. They were reunited with the few remaining members of the Glen, which made him feel relieved to know that the decisions he'd made in an effort to keep them together and safe had worked. He nuzzled Meerkat when she pranced over to greet him, but he couldn't quite look her in the eye when he felt her gaze searching for his. Kukutux spoke up, welcoming them, and he nodded gratefully. It was good to have a place to rest- though it felt many questions to be answered. 

He knew the other Glen wolves would be wanting answers. He knew Meerkat especially wanted answers, as she had expressed the desire to relocate to the Caldera, but he didn't feel it was appropriate to make any big decisions until Antares had had some time to recover. He had lost Osiris earlier in the year, followed shortly thereafter by Atlas, who had gone missing- and now, following the landslide, he was seemingly the last of his immediate family to have survived. Now was not the time for Bronco or any of the others to be asking him to decide if they would go back to the Glen, or make other plans. 

"Thank you, Kukutux," He said. "Let's find somewhere to rest," He said, hoping that that might be enough of a hint to his fellow Fireflies that the three travelers needed some time to recover before questions were answered. He looked to Antares, then; he was still their leader, after all. "Let's take some time to recover a bit. We're safe, here, and welcome." It was his gentle way of suggesting that they allow themselves- Antares in particular- some time to grieve and recover, before pushing forward to the task of making decisions about their pack. If Antares had other plans, of course, he'd defer to their leader- but he doubted that Antares would want to do any of those things until after he'd had some time to heal.