Redhawk Caldera Hold tight your buns, if buns you do hold dear.

Some things had changed, though much about the territory had stayed the same. The reek of those he had once classed as family was the most glaring of changes. Mou did not know why he expected the scent of Raven to be prevalent here, but she was the first wolf he thought of as he led @Vesper and @Blueberry to a safe place, for rest. Everything had the scent of Towhee; he only recognized it because she had come to face them at the border. The lingering scents compounding with her's, he did not recognize.

A heavy sigh filled his lungs and erupted as he came to a halt, surveying the tree line with his single eye. It had been Vesper who had sensed the darkness of the place, Mou was certain of it: she knew this wasn't truly home; having said as much upon meeting her aunt. As he turned to look for the shadow, he saw Blueberry first.

He smiled softly to both of them, the tired expression oft seen at funerals.