I am home, and I am glad for that.
It has been a long walk through familiar lands, each mile of which carries its own dangers, but we made it at long last and without any trouble. Mother finally began to relax as we entered Ram Duath and I even heard her give a relieved sigh as we sighted the guards at the edge of the village. She is happy to be back amongst people she understands, in a land she loves and it shows.
I, too, am happy to be here. These brightly coloured tents seem more like home to me than any of the blocky structures back in the southern lands and, even though I grew up in a land of green, I find the black barren land to be welcoming somehow, the stunted, leafless trees always seem to be waving a welcome. Even Arugru seems somehow at ease here, happily running about sniffing at everything and everyone without reservation.
We have not seen hide nor hair of the elf and his cronies and I rest easy knowing that the men and women would come to my aid should I need it. I will not be taken, not from here.
Still, I feel regret that I could not speak words of goodbye to my friends in person. I regret the knowledge that I might not see them again. I hope they do not worry for me, and I really hope someone told my wolf where I have gone.
