Blackfeather Woods White rose petals

They'd arrived.
At long last they had made it home.
He'd again lept for joy and hollered his arrival to the woods.
He loved it here, and oh he had missed it so.

His first duty was to clean the altar Maegi had neglected in those final days. After her revelation.
Alas, he thought her to be a bit loopy and disliked her contradiction, so stuck with the first teachings he'd managed to pry from her.
The boned from his last offering were gone. Accepted.

He smiled and turned away from the Altar to meet with Marisol.
"How do you find my home?" He grinned. He knew it was hers too, but only should she wish to stay. He wanted to give her that much choice.