Nav'hian had often dreamt of returning home when he had been out in the rogue lands on his quest, but when he first arrived back – his beybanu in tow – he had felt...out of place. Like the pride had changed and now he was expected to adjust. Fura had been patient, in her own maddeningly infuriatingly lovely way, waiting for him to figure out the pride and explain it to her as best he could. They were actually getting along now, he thought, with a small smile as he walked to the great lake. He bowed his head to lap at the surface of the water, paws clenching in the mud which made up it's banks.
He was...happier in the pride, though he still had moments of wondering if he belonged to this new pride. It was similar, and yet nothing like he remembered. He hefted a sigh, and pulled up. His bulk was mostly fluff, but it formed a formidable figure, he thought, staring at his reflection. His time out in the rogue lands had left him slightly ragged, but he was looking healthier, even if his paw still twinged when he walked and Fura was only just starting to hunt for them.
He sighed again, raising his head to look out at the pride. It was moving, thriving. Life was going on without him, and he was left sitting and watching it go. Useless a voice in his head snarled. You were always a useless dreamer. He shook his head, trying to dispel the cruel voice, his claws tightening in the mud.
