Malestrom

It was true that the brute didn't go the to Prairie as often as he had when the beach had been flooded. The black, obsidian sand and the lull of the blue waters where what called to his family, it was what they called home. The Prairie had only ever been a source of food to the wolves, and a sanctuary when the home they loved had betrayed them to the tides of nature.

Ray still loved the Prairie, and it was chasing her that brought him across it more often then his patrols did. It was Ray that ensured his presence here and now when Arcus needed him. He stalked her though the undergrowth, pretending at first not to see here where she crouched in the tall grass beside a berry bush. He caught the scent of his brother before he saw him, and the game was instantly cut short. He ducked his head into the grass, to the annoyance of his daughter. He kissed her pouting cheeks and nudged her gently with his paws. “Go back to the beach sweet heart. I believe Aurora planned to fish today, why don't you go join her?” he said gently, and waited until she was out of sight before he followed the trail.

The stormy brute was strolling through the Donostrea land like he owned it, and the sight didn't bring anger, instead it brought a smile. “Arcus?” he called out gently, uncertain why he was here, uncertain if he would stop at the beckons of his older brother.

"Speech."