The Call
"You have a lot of family Odette, it's time we met them all." She hadn't often seen her sister's children - and that in and of itself was something of a sin. Hopefully Odette would be excited to meet the wolves that were a part of the family that she had brought her into. For so long it had been she, Erani, and her aunts from her grandmother's side, but had she ever run into the lupine that were born and bred in Seracia? That had gone and claimed Amenti? Their name was once a great one, ruling nearly half of Alacritia in their prime. It seemed that prime was over though, as all three of them had lost their thrones. Seracia was close enough for Chrysanthe to smell Epiphron's scent missing from the borders, and instead a stranger's scent would strongly replace it. If she needed a final excuse to finally do this, that was it - she had no idea where her sister had gone or where her children were. Syrinx was illusive, and she was sure that his kids took after him but Epiphron? She wasn't the type to just vanish.
The one eyed woman would raise her head and howl, a long, widespread call for her family. If one could hear a call at the battlefield, one could hear her call where she stood as well. After she felt the song had spread, and Odette had possibly let loose a call of her own, she would lower her head and sigh, before looking up and smiling at her daughter. And now we wait." She was a bit nervous - would they show up for a stranger's howl?
ooc: Time for the fambam to know each other! They can introduce themselves and figure out where one another live and all of that junk c: This should be fun~
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He was done the den. It had taken less time this go around and he wished it hadn't. Now he was alone with his thoughts, of which there were many. He had entertained thoughts of escape but had not been sure exactly how he and his brother would go about doing that? He was wandering close to the border of the pack lands that were he and his brother's prison when a call echoed faintly across the pines. He paused, ears perking as he recognized his great aunt Chrysanthe? or at least he thought he did. The distance was too great for him to be sure. He paused, hazel gaze staring out over the border? he wanted to answer but-
Another call reached him, this one he knew for sure. Kismet it seemed was summoning him. He sighed, his brother had all the stealth of a trumpeting elephant. They would never sneak away if Kismet went around announcing himself like that. Still? Casting a quick glance back over his shoulder he made sure no one was watching him and slipped from the pack lands. It wasn't hard for him to track his brother and soon he was following the boy's scent.
He arrived a bit after his brother, in a bit less of a hurry but excited nonetheless. He approached the sweet smelling meeting spot, eyes alighting upon two familiar forms, his brother and Chrysanthe and several others he did not know. He approached his brother and great aunt, brushing gently against the older woman's leg for a moment before stepping back in beside his brother. He had arrived in time to hear Kismet's question, and so would not bother to repeat it, instead glancing around at the wolves he did not recognize.