The wayward heart of a wanderer could lead a wolf anywhere. They could lead them to see many things, beautiful things, horrific things... so many experiences lay in wait for such a wolf. That was the life that Pamela had lead, leaving her siblings before Quelt decided he tired of their hoemland. For Pamela it was both a sad decision and a happy one. She had left without saying goodbye, at least face to face, yet somewhere in her heart she felt the fates would allow her to come home to her siblings again. But it was no easy task to search for them, had she decided to directly search. But no... Pamela would go where her paws lead. They had not lead her wrong yet, and so she trusted where they went. After all, their navigator was her heart. Bi-colored eyes of red and blue hues would focus on the landscape, searching for the shadowy figures that would reveal some sort of creature to her. The best she could get when meeting another. She saw no one for who they truly were, not even herself, as sad as it was. She was unable to. They were all the same in look. All the same in voice. Gender, age... neither mattered. The best she could do was tell whether she was speaking to a wolf or not. But she was not afraid. She could handle herself... and thus far... not many had figured out her little secret. Even if they did Pamela was no weakling, no soft-hearted creature who could be pushed around. The female would pause, blinking as first one drop of water would hit her nose. Then another. Then the downpour began, cooling the heat the spread over the southern area of the land she found herself in. Alacritia, another called it. She had heard rumors of all sorts of this land... of the fabled Destruction family that grew in numbers, perhaps the biggest threat in the means of a takeover. Of the dispersed Covari Empire... of the Ice King and his blood the hailed in the cold lands of the north. But Pamela was not one to simply believe what she heard. So she came to Alacritia seeking truth and answers. Something she could learn only through her own eyes, mind, and experiences. Pamela Arrow had arrived. Speech,

He wouldn't have guessed that all of his siblings would be ere. The newly appointed alpha almost had a full pack already and that was just from family. It wasn't like he could complain though, he had kept his promise and now it had become a reality it sent butterflies in his chest. The orchard was a little way away from home but he figured to explore didn't hurt anyone. Yet Pamela came into view and his tail wagged uncontrollably she was the last of his siblings and she was finally here.

"Pamela!" He exclaimed bounding towards his smaller sister. All of his siblings were small, but that was reasonable. He stayed a little ways away just in case she did not want for him to touch her. You never knew after all how much anyone could change even though so far everyone had been the same. The alpha grinned at her regardless if his scars were completely open to her. He held no she in them anymore, only mild distrust for tentative the male who had given him all but he shoulder scar.

A voice would cut into her senses. No, not ?a? voice... The voice. The only voice she knew. The only voice she ever knew or would ever know. But this time it held the tone of excitement, and was possessed by one who knew her. One that, perhaps, must have known her well. Had not seen her quite some time. Pamela would turn her head, managing a small smile, though all she could see was the shaded figure of a wolf. No gender, no appearance, just a wolf that stood before her. That wolf would approach, and she would make the assumption, by scent, that this was a male. Her nose was her most valuable source of information. Where her eyes would fail her nose could tell so much more, reveal so much more. Pamela would breath in again, noticing the male would keep distance and yet had approached her so readily, so eagerly and glad to see her. She would search her mind, the scent surely one she knew. Kin. It was the scent of kin. A littermate, considering how similar it was to her own. A male littermate... So... That left two options. But had they perhaps forgotten her sickness? Perhaps they never really paid mind to it?s existence. When she had been with them in the pack, when their scents were much more familiar to her on a daily basis she could name every wolf by their scent alone. It helped her tremendously try and blend in with the crowd, but in traveling it left her, in some ways, more vulnerable to deceit and lies to those who might realize the truth. But even if she couldn?t see who this wolf was, know who it was for certain yet, she knew enough. He could be trusted because it was one of her brothers. ?So at least one of you have made it to Alacritia.? She would say softly. But then she would sniff again. He had many scents on his coat, and her brow would furrow some. ?...Quelt?? She would question, her gaze focusing on him. Of her brothers he had seemed the sort to settle elsewhere, though... Perhaps as a leader? Without letting on too much she would let the question hang, as if she merely wanted to ask him something. Yet that was only part of the reason; she was trying to figure out if it was really him or Wael. Speech,

To be honest, he had forgotten in those moments. So much had happened her has been forgetting his old habits of always taking care of his siblings with his sister sheikra. He stopped and took a breath, Pamela had a severe case of her condition, considering others of her kind could tell the difference between voices. She was one of the rate few who couldn't. "Oh yes, sorry Pamela I got a bit excited" the male would say sitting down. Now that everyone was here he wondered what would happen, after all he felt them drifting apart which depressed him but that was expected. They would not entirely be together forever. His tail flicked and he looked away for a moment, before looking back at her.

"How have you been, are you okay on your own?" He would ask with worry. That was all that quelt did, he worried about everyone everything even strangers. As his toes dug into the dirt he hopes to the gods he was handling this correctly. Quelt hated messing up, just showed him how weak he was. Which wouldn't sit for the pack.

So it was him. Pamela would smile gently, happiness stirring in her heart, and her tail would get to wagging. This was a joyous occasion. How could siblings not be happy at being reunited? His question would, at first, catch her off-guard. But then a large smile would spread across her muzzle, and she would close the distance between them, gently nuzzling his shoulder. "Come now Quelt, do you forget I'm your sister? Prosopagnosia or not I'm doing well enough, and truth be told not many have figured that little secret out." Ears would twitch happily, and Pamela would take a step back, tilting her head to the side. "So I've been just fine. Seeing the world, and meeting others. I've met so many different creatures, nobles and prophets, royals and commoners... It has been an interesting road. But..." Pamela would trail off. "I had faith it would allow our paths to cross again... and I would be with family at that time in the future. Here we are now, Quelt... so... The gods willed that wish to happen." Her own words came much easier now. She was much more relaxed around her family... but that was natural. She trusted them above all others after all. Walk "Talk" Think

Quelt would smile and giggle a bit at her. He knew, after all, they were the ones always looking after Wael when they were little. Everyone would help out, specially since the pack was so close to each other. Sometimes he missed it, but now that he had his own family and pack he had them to look after. And it seemed the gods did fate them running into each other. His tail wagged back and forth, even if she didn't recognize his face, she was still pamela and he was still Quelt. "Everyone's here Pamela, Sheikra, Wael and Serra. I have my own pack now and they're all in it." he said excitedly. He didn't expect her to come with him as much as he wanted even if he would like it. But he felt it himself, that Serra was slipping away little by little. Staring her own life, and he encouraged that. What with being separated for so long they were finally able to create their own lives. Speech,

Pamela would grin as he heard her brother giggle. Even if it was all the same in sound, knowing her brother was happy was what mattered to the femme. He was precious to her -- they all were. They were all family, whether there was that simple recognition or a harder one. She would come to know his scent again, and after that it would be simple. She felt happiness, excitement at his own. So Quelt had his own pack now? ?I knew you had it in you to become an alpha, Quelt. Those qualities were always there.? Her voice was happy, and she would grin. ?I?ve had a fill of wandering. This is a sign of fate, I am sure. I hoped to one day reunite with my family, and it seems the time is now. The time to settle and keep the ones I love close. I wish to join you, Quelt, and come to meet this pack of yours.? Her bi-colored eyes were sparkling. ?It seems you are quite happy with it, and I am glad. Tell me, brother, all about it, and of your journey to get it. There is so much to talk about.? Yes... They could probably talk for moons and moons and never share all their stories. But that was the beauty of life, and of it?s journey. It was not something one could simply tell in detail in a short amount of time. Speech,

Quelt grinned at her, his tail wagging mildly back and forth. Of course he knew in the back of his head this wouldn't last. Serra was drifting, and the pack was quiet, but a new member would always be welcome considering they needed them. "I met a young girl named Irune during an epidemic. After healing her we spent some time together and fell in love, she's my mate back in Isokan the pack. We were part of Abaven as a settlement until we moved, but that was because we had little ones in tow. We adopted five young children who lost their parents at a young age, I was friends with their father before he fell from a cliff. Though only two of them are with me now, they are a year old and growing strong." he stated, standing up to start towards the Isokan pack lands hoping Pamela to follow as he spoke. "I took on the last name walker, my mate Irune is an Armada, her father was infamous for war and battle and had many many children. Though he's gone now and I only got to meet him once, he was actually the first man I had ever seen that reminded me so much of Zakuro except he was pure white and had pink eyes." his tail flicked a little. When he looked back on it, Isardis was a beautiful man to behold. No wonder everyone had been afraid of him. Speech,