The dense woods part as Ace approaches the familiar cabin at the edge of the forest.
The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air, a stark contrast to the lingering tension he left behind in the pack.
His steps slow as the small home comes into view_ a sturdy wooden structure, smoke curling from the chimney, a warm glow seeping from the windows into the dimming light of dusk.
Before he even reaches the porch, the door swings open.
"Ace!" Elira's voice rings out, full of warmth and relief. She rushes forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace before he can say a word.
Ace exhales, letting himself sink into her motherly affection, just for a moment. "Hey, Elira."
She pulls back slightly, holding his face between her hands. "Let me look at you. You look thinner! Have you been eating properly? Is everything okay?" Her sharp gaze sweeps over him, searching for any sign of distress.