Returning home always brought him a sense of dread. His daughter and son were very much all grown now and no need for his visits though it put him at ease. Plus he liked to bring things to Skoll and Hati along with other friends along the way.
This time his niece Altaira joined him, the younger woman hadn’t left the pack she had been born into and wanted to join the roaming medic. The two had set up camp outside of the court by a good distance. Liam didn’t feel like encroaching on pack lands.
He had let out a call to his children hoping that they would answer. After all it had been about a year since his last visit. He had gotten caught up with a pack they had stopped at many members were injured and needed help and no one seemed to know what to do.
Tara had settled herself into a warm spot by the fire curled up in secui she dozed off. Liam chuckled as he sat there prodding at the fire a bit. He brought salves, some dried herbs and other things to give to the court. He wasn’t sure he was ready to return much had probably changed. To be honest he wasn’t sure if he had a place there to return to. The once prince found peace in roaming about helping those he could.