Hideaway Strath Trading panic attacks, you finally threw it all back

Fenrir's scouting trip had come to an end. 

The sight of his home (even as odd as it was to admit such a thing of the strath), was a great relief. The constant travel, with little time to rest and an ever shorter time to hunt, was torment. But persistent as he was, he pushed through.

Within lines of the strath, he called to his daughter, @Fury, to let her know of his return. There was much to report, and he was sure she was eager to hear it all to the last detail.