The little things

Xephyris stopped in mid-stride as he heard a familiar voice calling to him. He turned to see Rivaxorus II, and smirked at the boy. Even when Riv dipped his head in greeting, he was still quite a bit taller than Xeph. He was growing fast. "Greetings, Rivaxorus," he rumbled, his tone deep, "I wondered if I'd see anyone here." Then he glanced just past the boy, eyeing the other sibling carefully. Razor did not seem as familiar to him, but the resemblance was still obvious. Could this be the pup that had always needed to stay in the den, too sickly to face the world? He was smaller than his brother, yet still he had grown as well.

Silver eyes shifted back to Riv. "This must be your brother," he stated, glancing again at the quiet boy that leaned into Riv, "Good to meet you. I was part of your mother's pack before you were born. I'm Xephyris." Although he was a hardened man, he was still polite. He had no reason to act tough. Not because they were younger than him, but because he had started to regard these wolves as family, the only that he had in these lands.