Nova Peak Mind,

he shook his head. "sometimes ve are not meant to return to our beginnings." he thought of the forests in which he had courted and loved marigold. it seemed he would hold that firefly moment forever, but pulled himself from the stirrings of nostalgia and considered her a long moment.
"i accept you in sagtannet. vylla is your other leader. eisen, ve say in sagtannet." he was silent, contemplative; he examined the clawmark of white blazing over her muzzle, but he did not press for more from asra's words. not now. "it is quiet here. but you vill find your place. and if you vish more stories, i have them." an attempt at humour, though his soul did not quite feel it.