Along the way back I was having flashbacks. Some of them kind and others frustrating and puzzling all the same. Usually something about my emotions before the wild pack or someone named Henry who was killed by someone I used to love. Whoever they were broke me and made me turn to the wild, where I was for once free in life. Rarely in these flashbacks did I get images of my parents, but I know they are still here.

It doesn't take me very long to find the old trail I used all those years ago. If one didn't know the path looks like an overgrown hiking trail. Finding the path wasn't by following a scent but by this connection with the natural surroundings. A connection so strong it also connected the pack to each other. The pack called it trelo, and it was the only way for the pack to communicate while on a hunt or to find lost cubs. It was also used while Grant was away and I was to report to him every night. Living in the tame world I would never have learned this skill.

By midday tomorrow I had made it to the last place I remember as a new changeling. I had arrived at the tame world.

As I arrived this house nearby had an energy to that it didn't have when I left. People were moving in and out of the view of the windows. I vaguely remember this house but not enough to connect to personally. However this was going to be a bit harder to get past due to wandering eyes of the people inside. I lurk in the brush around the house and someone comes outside. They notice me rustling in the brush and for​ a moment we stare at each other before I move along. Chancing a look back they were still staring after me as I left. My goal was to find a natural shelter to spend the night in.

I get to this cave near the creek where I had brought Henry for the night. Something about this place seemed like jitters, but were a good feeling. When I fall asleep I am haunted by that person's stare from earlier. Nightmares of them coming to find me and contacting someone to take me away kept my sleeping shallow and almost unfulfilling. By morning I need to catch up on some of the rituals of the tame ones and keep a weary eye out for that person.