A rat in a maze

Where was his brother? Was it just bad luck, or was his brother trying to cover his trail as well as the prey he was seeking? He had found that male, that boy who knew Italian with his family, but that was all he had found. Others did not speak Italian, and he did not speak their language, though he was learning thanks to Starling. So he simply traveled, for the time being, perhaps searching for others that spo- he frozen. the scent, that scent suddenly drifting towards him. He knew that scent. Eyes wide, he stepped forward a few steps, and opposite in the distance stood a man he was very, very familiar with. Enrico. What? How? Why. He knew what he was supposed to do, but he found himself frozen, unable to move. He knew the man would recognize him; he was too similar to his brother, anyways, even if Enrico didn't remember him personally... which he probably did, considering it was Enrico. A soft whine, inaudible to the man, would leave the younger wolf. "Enrico. Cosa... cosa ci fai qui?" he asked, his voice surprisingly strong for the inner turmoil within him. He tried to step forward, but no, his limbs refused. But that would not last, as he dropped his gaze. Slowly, it would rise back up. "Perché?" he cried. It was less than tactful, less than the smooth gentleman he was supposed to me, and more the broken boy that had been created when Enrico betrayed the cosca.