Duskfire Glacier all we wanted, was a place to feel like home

Glad to see you back!! <3

He hadn't gone far in his expedition, staying in the surrounding forests to comb them better than his initial search did. His nose was to the ground but his ears scanned the horizon for whatever may cross his path. What he expected to hear was the soft crunches of squirrel or martens scurrying by but what he actually heard stopped him in his tracks. Hotah could feel his heart sink into the seemingly endless depths of his belly with the mass of a boulder, the howl chilled him to his bones. Snow flew from the ground below him, his feet kicking it up as they initially had little traction but they soon found themselves.

He was weaving, skidding, and even drifting around trees as the man ran his way back to the glacier. His heart was pounding in his chest, not from running, no but from the sheer exuberance and hope rushing through this veins. They were going to be his unending fuel source, no matter how much his legs or lungs burned he had the means to keep going. Finally closing some distance he could see the Qeya river. Tears pricked his eyes but he angrily shook them away, crying would be no way to greet them. 'Please be them, please be them.', he chanted to himself repeatedly until a shaving of negative slivered in. 'But what if it isn't?'. His pace slowed, as if his words chained rocks to his feet, Rye nearly crashed from the sudden drop in speed. So much time spent grieving for them, so much time frantically searching, would it all be repeated again? 

He yearned to know the truth no matter the cost, the sinking feeling returned with a vengeance, twisting his stomach into loops of nauseating disaster. Rye vomited on the run, how he managed that was beyond him but it did little to slow him down. Only when the strong stench of his homes border assaulted his nose did he slow. At first he didn't see them, so he ran down the border line. There was a monstrous amount of hope, fear, excitement, love and grief littering his brain. They clashed like the long time adversaries they truly were, fear and grief had ahold of him for too long but the hope and love Rye thought he had lost was back to fight like hell. Trees flew by in a blur as he pushed harder and harder, covering more and more ground.

In the distance he could see a figure, then a smaller one just beside them. The Hotah slowed, hope building exponentially. Hawk-eyes adjusted to the speed and eyed the larger wolfs coat. 'Ivory!' He quietly cheered, his pace picking back up. Rye looked at the smaller wolf below, the same unique silvery hue his sons coat carried. "Imaq! Sikuliak!" He called to them. The man rushed to their sides, nearly crashing into them but managing to stop himself. Without a second thought he embraced Imaq, small whimpers emitting from his chest, before moving to his son. Tsunamis of pressure and relief flooded his system, he could feel nothing but their presence, not his burning legs, lungs nor chest. He could, however, feel his heart pounding, it was entirely possible Imaq or Siku could feel his racing heart. "I have missed you both so much." He exclaimed, voice cracking. "Where have you been? Are you two okay? Are you hurt? Do you need medicine? Are either of you sick?" Rye began frantically checking them over, having not yet seen Imaqs missing leg. What he could see broke him on the inside, the sight of his mate and even his son looking sickly, emaciated and bleak harrowed the man greatly. It tore him limb from limb but first he wanted to make sure there was no fresh and obvious wounds. He couldn't rest until he made sure they were not immediately in danger of passing out or worse.