Chris had looped an arm around Brenna to support her as they walked, mindful not to bother the pups. He was entirely exhausted, though, the stress and lack of sleep or comfort still weighing heavily on him as he was certain it was for the rest of their group.
His pace grew slower as the day wore on but he did brighten with recognition once they were back within the bounds of his territory. He pointed out ahead of them as the entrance to his home in the rocks became visible. "Almost there," he encouraged with a tired huff.
When they did finally arrive it was all Chris could do to usher Brenna inside and out of the cold before he collapse to sit and rest. There was still so much to do to make it comfortable again with a fire to light, water to fetch, and furs and blankets to warm, but he would manage it all soon enough.
