Re-awakening

Time had gone by fast, but he supposed it often did during seasons of change. When life shifted it often seemed to speed up. It was winter now, the snow was coming down, they'd been keeping it clear best they could.

Caius was just arriving home, he'd been at the school going over a few things. He was in the process of finding an alternative place among the scouts, one that would let him stay on the island more.

He'd step into the house, hanging his coat on one of the hooks and sniffing the air. The house had been quieter since Sofia retreated into her wolf persona. They'd all given her the space she needed while also being their for her.

Sniffing the air he'd pick up that familiar scent, following it he'd find a sight he hadn't seen in a while. "Sofia?" she was in the kitchen, she hadn't been there in some time, "are you ok?"

It sounded like her, the tone in her voice was softer, kinder, he could already tell that much. "Hey," he'd say, stepping over to her and taking her hand, he even saw it in her eyes, they seemed brighter, less foggy. "It's....hmm....it's good to see you...to have you back."

Caius didn't look like he'd be one for physical affection. He was very large gruff looking man with scars and everything. Yet he actually was when he needed to be, so his arms quickly found themselves wrapped around her in a hug.

He'd hold her close for a moment, "yes, it's very good to have you back." Releasing her he'd quickly look her over, "feeling ok?" The older werewolf brushed a bit of hair from her face, "what do you remember?" she'd been the wolf for some time, he imagined the last while would be a bit fuzzy to her.

He'd hum in thought as she explained what she remembered. She was a different kind of werewolf than him, plus she was turned, it all worked differently for her. "Your wolf side was in control for sometime," he'd gently rub her back as he spoke.

The older wolf shook his head, "it wasn't your fault, instincts and emotions make an odd mix." He knew this was why turned werewolves often struggled their first few years, the human mind needed to adapt to the wolf instincts.

Stepping back he'd look her over, she looked fine, and she sounded fine but somewhat emotionally tired. "You're back with us," he'd say with a nod and small smile, "that's what matters."

Yes she seemed physically well, he knew emotionally it would likely take some time for her to heal and get back into things. "The family is ok," he'd say with a nod, stepping close to her again, "we've all missed you though," it was true, it hadn't been the same without her.

"The island is facing a bit of a crisis though," he'd say, glancing out at the falling snow, the house and immediate area was being kept clear by magic he'd invested in but he wouldn't be able to keep that up long. "An unnatural amount of snow has been falling as of late, they believe it's caused by magic."

He'd take her hands in his, "snow or not, it is good to have you back with us." She very much seemed like a point of warmth in what was turning into a very cold winter.