He was back. Finally. Wandering through the forests and places that were so dearly familiar, the place he had chosen almost two years ago now. Sheltered by trees, their little canyon, he finally felt.. safe. Eased by the gentle rumble of the falls that was audible throughout most of their home. It felt good, mostly, to be back.
Things had changed, though. That much Jethro could tell based on scents alone. There were newcomers. Scents he did not recognize. There would be pups, too, it seemed - to his mild surprise. But none to any of the leaders. Flair was apparently still not feeling well, and had been unable to reclaim her leadership mantle. The dark one hoped to see her sooner rather than later.
Jet, himself, would have a lot of work cut out for him if he ever wanted to get back to leadership, too. A number of subordinates to work past, and he very much doubted every single one of them would just willingly step aside for him. But those were things to be worried about, and worked out, in the future.
For now, he would just see what he could see. And who he could see, familiar or not.