Honorable Harvest wasn't sure what to think when he saw Spellbreaker again and she was...different. Sure, he knew about the birds and the bees and how that related to what they'd been up to. And, yes, the last time he went home, it was to welcome in his new siblings into the world. At his mother's request, of course. The thought of his mother made his chest squeeze a bit. There was no way he was going to ask her what to do! He was an adult, a buck on his own, and he would figure this out. Yup. For sure.
After getting together some extra soft bedding and extra snacks for Spellbreaker, Honorable Harvest set out into the Swamp again with another purpose. He knew, probably more than most young bucks, about what to do when there were foals on the way. His mother loved being a mother, and being motherly. Her figure in his mind's eye kept him moving faster. And, what he did know, is that there were kin in the Swamp that would give their babies a better chance at survival. Given the way things had been going, between the strange light and shadows and the memory-warping experiences kin were having in them, he could use all the help he could get.
Soon enough, he was trotting to a more secluded part of the Swamp. Better to have this conversation in private than where many kin could interrupt. A large cluster of juniper berries dangled from the branch in his mouth. Once he found a proper spot, he set the berries down on a smooth rock and looked around.
"Hello?"
Now that it was the time to speak up, he felt unsure. He knew that when there was a kin in his position, the Mares and Stags of the swamp knew somehow. Beyond that, though, he wasn't sure what to expect.
It was generally easier to travel through the swamp as a crane, Dusk had found. Flight made the long distances easier to manage, made getting back to the Cres much nicer than before, and had the addition of just being rather pleasant as a sensation. He was making his way back to the Cres as it was, wind ruffling his feathers, when he felt a tug. It was unconscious, almost, the way his path slowly drifted down, until he found himself landing in the swamp.
Dusk was well versed in being patient - he simply took his time to consider what he wanted to do with the juniper berries as the other buck pondered what Dusk had asked. A snack for now, or a snack for later? Still, it wasn't long before Honorable Harvest had his answer, and Dusk cracked a small smile at the last request. To always know their way home indeed. He could most certainly relate.