Redhawk Caldera There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

They walked together for a bit before Eljay did what Eljay always did: try to mend things.

He could most likely see that Reyes was more affected than usual. Or that he'd been taking more time away from the rest of the pack after the move had completed; that itself wasn't so unnatural, as he wasn't popular or social, but it was bordering on drastic these days.

I'm... He breathed in deeply as he spoke, and then held that breath, searching for an answer to satisfy the auspex. His mind wandered and when he let out that breath it was heavy, his jaw tightening against any real answer.

I don't know. He managed after, kicking a stick out of the path and unable to meet the man's eye. Its weird, being back here. Scowling down at the dirt now. I guess.

He was here, but his family wasn't. He'd gotten what he'd wanted - his home back, the right to exist where his children were born - but it wasn't right. His children were gone and like Towhee wanted, they likely would never come back. They'd never, in any lifetime, choose him.