[Tyler doesn't really have a pack, not anymore. He's run with a few werewolves over the decades but here's the thing -- wolves grow old and die. Hybrids don't. And the only other hybrid in the world now is Klaus and like hell is Tyler going to keep company with him.
So he travels alone most of the time. Loses himself a little more every passing year. He doesn't really fit in with other wolves, and he doesn't totally hit in with other vampires either.
And maybe that's what finally drew him home after all this time, the memory of a time where he did have a place. A purpose. Some sort of sense of belonging. Maybe it had been brief, but it had existed.
It doesn't really surprise him that of all the faces he could be running into here, it's Elena's he finds. At least it's a friendly one. A hundred years hasn't made him like the Salvatores anymore than he used to.]
Elena.
[The hug surprises him. He's not really sure the last time anyone hugged him back, but he seems to remember how to do it well enough, his arms wrapping around her tightly.
He's heard whispers here and there of how she's been doing, but that's about it.]
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So he travels alone most of the time. Loses himself a little more every passing year. He doesn't really fit in with other wolves, and he doesn't totally hit in with other vampires either.
And maybe that's what finally drew him home after all this time, the memory of a time where he did have a place. A purpose. Some sort of sense of belonging. Maybe it had been brief, but it had existed.
It doesn't really surprise him that of all the faces he could be running into here, it's Elena's he finds. At least it's a friendly one. A hundred years hasn't made him like the Salvatores anymore than he used to.]
Elena.
[The hug surprises him. He's not really sure the last time anyone hugged him back, but he seems to remember how to do it well enough, his arms wrapping around her tightly.
He's heard whispers here and there of how she's been doing, but that's about it.]