The sound of pawsteps, familiar pawsteps, had Atreides stretching and opening his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping, not really, but more in the way of... hiding. He'd done nothing in the siege, then he'd gone and hurt his paw hunting and he was still laid up waiting for it to heal. It was humiliating and irritating even for the good-tempered male and the loss of another of his siblings, just as they had finally gotten Integra back, had him moody and out of sorts. As was his habit he'd hidden himself on the limb of one of the crooked old apple trees, easy to climb with the twisting gnarled old trunk, and even in the winter when the trees were bare wolves rarely thought to look in a tree for one of their own so as long as he kept his green eyes closed and a paw over the brown of his muzzle he would be able to stay fairly undetected as the season turned. But Integra was not someone he wanted to stay undetected by.
"Integra!" he yipped, slithering down from the tree to land with a distinct lack of grace as he sought to keep his paw off the ground. He trotted over to her and attempted to embrace her without even a by-your-leave. "I've missed you too. You were amazing in the siege. I saw you and Vana jump in to rescue that Abaven kid. I can't believe you neutered that guy," he added with relish, a distinctly dark grin creasing his muzzle.
