He woke up that morning and knew immediately that it was time.
A light coating of frost covered the grass and dirt of Light-Tribe camp as he stepped out into the dim light of dawn, his breath fogging out in front of him and rising up into the cool morning air. Winter was coming and the world was readying itself for a long, dark sleep.
But soon enough, the snow that was already on its way would melt, making way for the new life that Spring would bring.
It was a time for new beginnings. And it was time now, for him to go home.
The Yellow-Fire glanced over his shoulder at the two cats still sleeping in the healing den. The Silver-Earth’s