After so many days and nights of walking searching for something, anything familiar Procellarum had finally found himself stopped in front of a collection of rocks. They were organized in no specific pattern. There was one that jutted out from the earth at a crooked angle, three smaller stones nestled near it's base. Wholly uninteresting and insignificant at first glance to just anyone.
Except Arum wasn't just anyone, and these rocks were familiar. He remembered them distantly, it felt like ages ago. He was sure that the large one had pointed straight up but perhaps it was yet another casualty of the Great Shaking, like he had almost been. When it'd happened there'd been so much confusion. The earth had rumbled and heaved beneath his very feet and he hadn't known what else to do but run. When he'd stopped Arum hadn't been sure where he was or if the paw he was favoring was more than just sprained.
Since then he'd spent all of his wandering trying to find his way back home, and at sight of these rocks he was sure he was nearly there. He hopped forward with a youthful spring to his step, his throat itching to call out and his ears straining forward in hopes to catch familiar voices but he stayed silent and instead continued to lope onwards, casting one eye skyward at the stars and again feeling positive that this was it. He was almost home.
