Ever Changing

Vitus was on the move. He had thought of attending the hunt called by Jackson but, in the end, had not gone. There was no reason to excuse his lack of activity within the pack… or rather with it. What he had done instead while the rest of the pack was hunting was work on a border patrol. Surely that would suffice for participation in some way, correct? Carlisle was with him on this particular patrol too. At least he had an ally with him.

Vitus had noticed a familiar scent within the pack borders now as well. Ark… he’d returned. The thought made the young man glad. His tail began to wag and, almost without a second thought, he began to search for his brother. He couldn’t wait to catch up! If he’d returned then maybe Bacchus… Vitty shook his head. Was that hoping for too much? After all, last he’d seen their other brother he’d changed so much… and even tried to take Fiori away from their uncle.

Vitus paused, the large owl landing on a branch overhead. “Vitus. Carlisle hooed softly. “Is something troubling you?” The slate colored brute looked up, giving a small nod. Yes…there was... but how did he go about fixing it?