Back dated to Aug. 19th, late morning/early afternoon
By the time Cypress had left the borders of Inferni he had long been ready to return home. Still there had been a goal, a mission, to his departure and so he had made the most that he could from the time he had been allowed upon their lands. He had failed to gather any help for his mother, at least directly. Having no knowledge of the small raid the Infernians would plan against the AniWaya tribe after Cypress had brought them news of the war blossoming in the south. His original goal though, the one for which he had planned before the AniWayans had come and stolen away his Mother and Savina's niece, had not ended in complete failure. The relationship he had hoped might be forge with his father had been a folly. A naive dream of youth and inexperience, but at least he knew the man that was his sire better, even if just a little.
The length of the trip seemed far less on the journey home. It helped that he knew the path this time, which only became all the more familiar as he neared home. He had also pushed himself at a faster pace, rarely slowing from a lope and kept his stops to rest fewer and farther inbetween. He missed his home and his mother. Oh how he wished that she would be there upon his return as if she had never been gone and that the whole matter with the AniWayans had already been settled. He did not dare to think of what he would do if Anu was still gone.
His mother was at the forefront of his mind, but she was not the only soul that he longed to see. Artemis too, had frequented his thoughts while he had been gone. Wondering how the Dreaming princess was doing, yet he doubted she would even notice he had been gone. In all reality, Cypress doubted many had noticed his absence and he would be surprised if anyone but Oak had really noticed. Having always been one to stand on the sidelines, he had no role that was critical enough for the pack to have missed him. Or so he assumed.
The familiar scent of home wafted up his nose and the boy slowed to a trot, not even pausing as he crossed the borders. The dark plume of his tail waving behind him. He was home. And for the first time there was no doubt in his mind that this was where he belonged.
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