( elisuscor )
Gravel crunches underneath booted feet as he exits the Jeep, the first thing to hit his nose is the salt of ocean air and the other? Something not quite human. He wasn't surprised, his mother had once told him of the Quilete Reservation she had visited long ago. Of the people who changed from man to wolf and back again, not to be limited by the full moon.
Looking for answers about his own family in all of the places they had been. He wonders idly if perhaps he'll find a trace of his mother here in the dense trees, the howling wind.
They know he's here. He'd called them after all.
A woman is walking out to meet him now, high cheekbones and a vaguely sour expression as if all the lemons in the world had somehow found their way into her mouth. Well, this should be interesting.
"I thought they said the Elders would be here to meet me."
