Golden Glade it's your life, it's your call

He was back in the glade, which didn't feel anything like home to him yet. If there was any sense of that, it was in four-legged form: Silas. He sought out his fellow youth today after having wandered away to explore the contours of this forested territory and maybe find something to eat. Silas's scent led him along a furrow worn in the deep drifts of snow piled on the ground. Tambourine left a trail of oddly-shaped footprints in his wake.

When he caught up to his companion, Tambourine shouted, "Silas, hey!" and sped up to stand abreast of him. His pale eyes tracked over Silas's face, noting the thoughtful frown. "I miss it too," he said in a low voice, thinking of the Keep and breathing through a deep pang in his chest. "And them," he added, thinking of Stark, Banner and the rest of the wolves who had vanished. He definitely hadn't come across any promising leads, either.

Tambourine peered around for a moment, then glanced back to his friend's face. "Do you think it'll ever feel like, y'know, home?"