Grouse Thicket Odysseus has arrived at Ithaca

Wildfire smiled knowingly. More likely than not, they'd run into Towhee. Her younger sister was quite the stereotypical guardian, very much taking after their father with a little bit of their mother sprinkled in there for extra flavor. She definitely wasn't the most palatable of the Redhawks, though Wildfire couldn't fault her for that, not with her heritage and not with their family's history. Even as she stepped, she lifted her free foreleg to her throat to touch at the scars hidden by soft red fur.

Wraen mentioned a name that immediately had the Sovereign smiling, eyes crinkled. "He's my godfather... and one of the very best wolves I know." Her tail waved so enthusiastically that it thumped a tree trunk as they passed, shaking loose a sparkling dusting of snow that fell across the three wolves' backs. "There's a chance he and his mate, my Aunt Flea, might join us here," she shared, though she didn't say much more on that.

They were near the copse's center now. Wildfire slowed, then made a motion indicating the sisters should keep going. "I ought to get back to the borders and do some marking. Help yourselves to the stockpiles and feel free to find a den too, if you like. I'm hoping I can find a location where the whole pack will fit—maybe near the foothills, by the river—but I haven't found it yet."