Moonspear A return from the dead [AW]

It had been some time since the cougar fight that Kane had been in Moonspear. The man wondered how angry and concerned Hydra was at his disappearance. Not just Hydra, but the rest of the pack he let down. Kane had been in the middle of constructing an arena to train other wolves in the art of fighting, but since the cougar came, all of his attention had to be focused once more on the safety of the pack. While the cougar had been fought off, the next battle Kane had to face was a mysterious illness following an infection he got from a cut. 

It had been weeks of hell, unable to eat well save for the smallest portions of rotting corpses. Not the best thing to eat while sick, but it was better than nothing. Kane had spent many restless nights in pain, eating what medicinal plants he could find. One day, he woke up one morning with no pain and no fever. While his body was still physically tired and sore, Kane could still at least feel more of his energy return than the day before. Weeks after the discovery, Kane took his time to return to the pack to ensure he had his full strenght back. No sense in holding the pack back and defending someone who was on the brink of death. Kane knew that it would have been a decision that Hydra wouldn't have agreed with, but here he was. 

While Kane was still not at full capacity, he was at least able to travel back to the borders of Moonspear, his mind wandering on just how he would explain himself for essentially abanonding the pack. It wasn't out of spite, maliciousness, or selfishness, but instead of concerning himself with the members as a whole. If he were to have died, Kane would have preferred to die out in the wilderness, seeing the beauty of its creation. For whatever reason, the Gods sent him back, as if he had some other mission to complete before they would accept him at deaths door. 

Kane briefly looked into his reflection on a sheet of ice and saw that he looked utterly terrible. No matter what cleaning he attempted on his face and neck, he still looked horrible. At least he didn't smell like death anymore. Even his breath had normalized. Death and illness was an interesting creature. You could tell someone was on the brink of death based on the taste of their breath. It was an interesting, and nearly indescribable, sensation to explain. It was a matter of "you'll know it when you see it" sort of thing. 

Sitting at the borders, Kane looked toward the expanse of trees and snow covered landscape. Winter had done it's job of putting the world to sleep as the limbs lay heavy with snow. How long had it been since he had seen this landscape? Much too long. Too long to make any good excuse of it. What happened to the pack since then? Did they survive? Thrive? It remained unclear, and would remain so unless Kane called for the habitants of Moonspear, and @Hydra specifically, hoping that she would forgive him. 

So with his head directed to the sky, Kane howled for the presence of leadership, beckoning their presence, hoping for a second chance at redemption.