It had been almost a full year, since she had seen any of her siblings. Siblings of a broken family which probably was the cause of her skills of wanting to figure out the minds of wolves. This forest held nothing in it, empty like many others were inside of them. For a moment Renhett's mind crossed over Levaithi. How was her brother doing? She knew mildly that Ixionn was in Sonticus. However, she had nothing from Darrah, Aiko or Levi. Even with how close she and Darrah had been. Her facination for Levi and his condition was something that pounded at the front of her skull. The strangely colored wolf would settle beneath a tree, head raised and nose pointed to the needles of these tree's. Did they feel? Did they think? Were they living? She knew plants would essentially die if you pulled out their roots, but did that mean they died. Her ears flicked a little, it was a curious question for the female. Leaving her to sigh and lower her snout again. Paying attention to her surroundings for any signs of companionship. Perhaps a quick one night stand even. "Talk"

Cold cyan eyes watched the world, or were they really even watching? Blood dripped from his maw as the beast lumbered through the forest, remnants of flesh clinging to his chest and jowls whilst blood dripped fresh and pure. It wasn't his blood, but the blood of a rogue who happened to show arrogance and rudeness. Why? Because the boy had seemingly interrupted the others slumber. Well, now that creature would sleep forever. He had done it without warning, without a second thought. One second he was standing mere feet away, his hackles had bristled, and the next...his jaws had cut clean through the rogue's jugular. Blood spurting everywhere and leaving a messy pool in its wake. But it didn't stop there, no. Levi had continued to rent asunder the unfortunate soul, tearing flesh from bone and ripping out its insides. He made sure it was dead, and now the body would be left as carrion for the crows. The body left soulless...just like this forest. Through the thick blood that encased his face, he scented something beneath the underlying tang of iron. He stopped mid-stride, the scent familiar but nearly forgotten as well. He felt that it should be familiar, but couldn't quite pinpoint exactly why. Like a demon from hell, he slunk forward to see who, or what it might be. The figure soon to show itself in his eyes, her back to him. Through his vicious stage, he could not discern friend from foe...and this would be one of those cases. Leaping from the shadows, he leaped upon the back of the other, potentially pinning her to the ground with her back facing him, his teeth centimeters away from her ear. "Who...are...you?" He hissed. Her scent teasing his mind. He felt he should know who it was already, but he could not. Not in this state of mind at least. "Speech"

If it was one thing that went through her head, it was definitely what had happened to Levi. He had an issue, and no one had been smart enough or even kind enough to offer their support. Among all the siblings, she would say that he needed them most. Otherwise hatred would simply breed more hatred. As the one who witnessed their fathers death, and the one that was the most distant in the first place. Renhett would have loved to have been the supporting parent, the friend, but she was stuck with a blood connection that made her veins scream out for her brother. So when he came to her, she knew, and there would be no fear that would sprout from her. Renhett had simply scooted over to the side, she was not so easily pinned such as that. As if someone was going to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, she could smell the blood stained on his muzzle. The all too familiar smell of a wolf's blood in her travels, and her ears flicked to the sound of it dripping to the bottom of the forest floor. Between the two there was silence, as she merely turned her head around. Her red eyes glinting with no hint of fear, staring straight back into the eyes of a cyan eyed demon. As a simple mischievous smile left her lips. "U ̄ n, watashi no shin'ainaru kyōdai wa, sore ga Renhettdesu(Hmmm, Dear brother of mine it's Renhett)" perhaps that would jog his memory after getting over a killing high. If it was one thing she knew it was she would never, ever look away from her brother. Never would she be afraid, because to be afraid was to not accept who he was. "Watashi wa ureshī, sekai wa ima dewa anata o nomikomudarou to omoimashita.(I thought the world would have swallowed you up by now, I am glad.)" Reconcile for the broken ones. She would shift now towards him, despite him being covered in blood of a victim her body would move forward to the larger male. Giving her upper jaw would settle beneath his. Rubbing in motion across his cheek as the red would only taint her black head further with noticeable black wetness of what it turned into. Once her snout came close to his ear she would whisper. "I am not afraid of you brother, I never will be." "Talk"