Felltree Marsh the reds are coming

@Alduin

He would go home soon.

The clear air, without the scent of his Wealda and her heat, was soothing. He fretted and felt the commanding urge to turn and go back to the Rise increase with every step he took away from it. It bothered him deeply to be missing, though he had not wandered too far, but it was necessary. He needed some time. He was not a stranger to a female in heat but away from his old pack and its strict rules, he found his freedom to decide caused him great strife. He felt that deep down, despite whatever instinct may arise from her scent, he didn't want to mate her. 

The idea bothered him. If told to do so, he would - and had before - but he felt no want for her with his mind. His body would respond, he could tell, but the part of him that was in control did not desire her. He thought, much against his will, of Balto...and then Ashlar. He turned his mind away from both.

The land he'd wandered into was wet and, by way of the season, cold. A grey rain didn't fall from the sky as much as it hung there in suspension. He was grateful for the clear air but he would not stay here long. Even as he thought it, he felt his feet shift his trajectory in the beginnings of his path homeward.