Everything was unfamiliar. I had not been here in 12 years, all I remembered was the wild, my wild. My pack with: Usarian, Optigu, Matigum and the 3 cubs that had survived the winter. They were out there, some where, as a pack.
Without me, there alpha.
Over head a group off crows migrated towards the south. I knew they were heading toward Tulu, I had seen them before. As a cub. On the way to the hunting grounds. I started dipping into crevasses and behind bins. Keeping in the shadows as much as possible, that way no mortals could see me, good. After days of wandering and sleeping in bins. I was back a the edge of Tulu, my home.
