Zero runs a hand through his hair, his fingers scratching his scalp in the process, it is a little longer now and starting to regain some of its original blonde look. His violet eyes stare straight ahead at the pack which is ingrained in his memories, but back then he was so small and the memories had been all he has had to go off for so many years. The things he took in as a small child have very little relevance now. He doesn't have the emotional connection he expected, there is no nostalgia or even the most vague good feelings.
It is hard to consider this a home anymore. His entire life has been in preparation to come back to this place, but now he struggles to feel anything for it.
The green grass feels strange under his bare feet, it feels colder than he remembers, the whole pack is
