Whitefish River Home is where the heart is

*screams*
Bonus: migraine phone post

He had been gone a while but this time the healer was not worried, he had those he had gathered here and so he would return. She was, in a way, responsible for the remaining canines. She did not mind, in fact, she enjoyed it and though she was the smallest of, well, everyone she patrolled the borders of their camp. She was not a scout but she looked over the area and made mental notes to tell her friend about when he got back, she was not a skilled hunter but she knew how to fish. So she stalked their caches with, well obviously, fish. 

His call was what caused her to stop the patrol she was trying to do, she knew that tone. She had helped with this before, when she sister had called everyone together to announce her intentions to form a pack. She lifted her voice to his, chanting with him before she moved to meet him. This was their home. This was theirs.

When she caught sight of him she resisted the urge to greet him with her usual brush of fur on fur but that intention fell away when she saw the blood caked onto his fur. She ran to him though she was smiling, worry covered her features. She pressed her nose into his shoulder before she looked over the bear of a man, making sure all this blood was not his own. It wasn't thankfully, but what had he been doing?

welcome back she breathed. hey tail swaying but she then gave him a pointed look. "you should let me fix you up before you call everyone but.. hut.. well.. guess its too late now." she gave a soft laugh as she sat beside him, wanting amd waiting to hear everthing he had to say