The Sentinels old gypsy woman spoke to me

Just going to fade this.

Pleased that the girls were more taken to his words with a few tender bites of the morsel he had captured, the male was eager to question them as well – their own beliefs.. what had transpired during his time away. It was a moment stolen with just the two of them – a bonding that could perhaps help bridge the siblings closer together after the time he had missed from their birth.
 
He told them tales of Tartok – of his stay there. He told them more of his journey, and the other wolves he had met upon the way. The time would skip by quickly – and only when he realized how much of their time he had taken from them would the wolf rise up, offering a gentle nudge to each before determining that he would need to stock the caches or aide the borders.
 
It was good to be home, even if home had changed so drastically.