From above, the new territory belonging to the Swift River Clan looked like a haphazard quilt made up of light and dark greens, yellow patches, and poorly-spun blue-brown thread, at least to a great bird of prey like StormWing. The Peregrine Falcon circled lazily overhead, looking for any mountain, rock outcropping or even hillside that might serve as his new home, yet it appeared he was to be without luck this time.

Back in the old territory, he'd often flown back into the Black Mountain during the night, but that was miles away now, and he supposed he'd have to make due. Well, the proud bird had always considered himself adaptable. Now was the time to see just how right his boast was.

Issuing a screeching cry, the bird of prey angled himself downward, diving toward the trees and rivers below, the front of his eyes narrowed, wings curled close to his body as the air whipped past and the forests below grew closer.

Again he called out, expecting one of his friends would hear him, perhaps guide him to his true destination. Silently, he cursed the treetops, for they obscured most of his view.

Golden eyes turned skyward at the screech called out above, as the cool water droplets rolled from the scarred gray face of WaterHawk, and back to the river where the she-wolf had been drinking. The sight of the bird warmed her heart and she let out a howl in reply to her father's old friend.
"Over hear, StormWing!" she called, turning to follow his decent...

OOC: Where should the dens be FS? I don't see it being on the north side, as that would put it too close with the Light Valley border...?

[Likely in the "new woods" as that would be the most game-filled area.]

Hearing the familiar howl, the great prey bird angled his descent, reveling in the feeling as the winds whipped past his primary flight feathers. Since he couldn't follow his eyes, instead he followed her call, angling down toward the river until at last he could focus through the treetops.

Seeing Waterhawk, he alighted just in front of her, offering a polite bow. "Beta Waterhawk," he said, eyes closing to near-slits (the best he could do to smile), "It is good to see you again. With the war and the fire, I had feared the worst for you all."

"It is good to see you too, StormWing." she replied gently, dipping her head to softly nudge the bird's cheek with her nose, "I'm so glad you are alright. I wasn't sure if we had lost you too in the fire. I couldn't find anyone who could recall seeing you... CrystalStream will be so happy! Come my friend, we have much to catch up on..."
The beta's gray form shifted to turn, her long stiff scar rippled over the brown stripe WaterHawk had running down her back. Her limping had faded to become almost unnoticeable as she walked, thought the damage dealt was permanent.
Warm golden eyes smiled at the falcon, as she lead the way towards the pack's new refuge.

"CrystalStream!" the beta called on arriving, wanting to give the wonderful news of their friend's return, "CrystalStream, come see who's returned!"