Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

His jaw clenched slightly when she mentioned the pack that he had helped found; but with the crumbling of Moonspear, he felt their fate, too, had been decided. It was inevitable, he felt, for the small band to fall apart, and to be absorbed into another pack. He got the feeling that when the others settled at Ouroboros Spine, they would eventually choose to stay there. There were still some Glen wolves unaccounted for- and if they did not show up soon, there would be so few of them left that they couldn't possibly go back to their home. The borders had gone for weeks now, without being patrolled. 

"The Glen is...Done," He said softly. "And even if it wasn't...The Glen wouldn't be my home again. It's not where you are, an'...I wanna be where you are. Wherever that is."