She turned back to see Tryson pop up in the middle of the crowd, clasping another man by the back of his neck, who in turn clasped him, and they touched foreheads, then turned to rub their cheeks against each other. She blinked.
"Is that…"
"They are sharing scents," Levi said, a smile in his tone.. "Don't worry, Diane, it will be your turn soon."
~ Tryson ~
Once he'd seen Diane safely delivered to the edge of the clearing and under Levi's guard, Tryson 's heart sang.
He was home.
Behind him the males were gathering, trembling with anticipation and nerves, calling for him to come—some challenging, but most offering simple greetings, the yearning to reunite. He turned to face them and his eyes stung.
So many faces he knew… and so many faces missing. Ignoring the grief, Tryson focus
