Thing had been quiet lately...very quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the babbling of the nearby stream, and the sound of the wind blowing dried leaves and brush around the clearing. It had been this way for a while, but still there was a figure who had been watching over it all. In a small den lay a snowy white male, and quite an older one at that. Trystian did not know either where his pack had gone, only that they had been leaving one by one with no indication of when they would return. Still, Trystian was an optimistic male, choosing to look for the good instead of disparaging. Each day he would leave and go on a trek to search the outer areas, seeing if there were and indications of pack- or other wolf- activities. One day he decided to take a more extensive trek into the hills and look a little farther. But going on his tenth season, he did not have the stamina needed for that kind of activity. He managed to rest and gather himself, and then return to the clearing. 

As he was returning, he heard a sound being carried by the wind. It was a howl, but not just any howl. He picked up his trot and got back to the clearing, to see the silhouette of a wolf in the distance. He would lean back and return the lone call with one of his own to indicate his presence in the darkness. Then he would approach cautiously and carefully, only to be greeted by a familiar face. It brought a soft smile to his own. 

"Hello, my dear Rhuna. Welcome home."