The grass moved differently here, it wasn't the trees of the unfamiliar scents, or the strange abundance of water that seemed hell bent on collecting into every hollow and stream it could find. No, it was the way the grass bent, folding beneath the wind instead of resisting it. The grasses of his home had been far more stubborn. The cub sat alone, forepaws neatly tucked together as his golden eyes tracked the rolling landscape.

The move had happened and no one had asked him what he thought of it, Legend was occupied with her new offspring and the wolves of this new group. He hadn't truly known Satriya either, but the desert was familiar enough to his homeland to feel right. Back home there had been heat shimmering off stone, endless horizons and sand that held the memory of the sun long after dusk arrived. He missed the dry air, missed knowing what every plant was for. — missed the certainty of familiar things.

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His ears turned first to her approach, tracking the familiar rhythm "Hey, kid." his gaze lifted when her voice reached him, Hello, he greeted back simply, a subtle shift in his posture at his recognition of her.

I still don't understand why it does that, he admitted after a moment, eyes tracking the movement with quiet concentration. The grasses at home usually fought the wind, these just... he searched for the right word. ...give way. he wasn't sure if it was genuine or something used to make conversation, silence settled between them comfortably after that and he was content to sit in it, his tail flicking thoughtfully.

I found a plant yesterday that smelled similar to one from home, he offered, his gaze tracing up her dark face, ears dropping slightly. Close, he had learned, was not always comforting...sometimes it simply reminded him that what he missed was still somewhere else.

He paused again, shorter this time Do you miss home too? he asked with a slight tilt of his head, eyes remaining fixed on her patient and attentive as he waited for the truth.

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