Beast

The answer had been no. It was something that stirred anger into the heart of the young man - as if being held prisoner for two seasons wasn't enough; Dragon had to go and make it longer. Well, attempt to. No matter; Lykos simply... didn't go anywhere when the pack moved. If Dragon refused to let him go proper, then Lykos would simply release himself from the pack. It was to the point where not even a hint of Talis was on Lykos' pelt anymore, and that was exactly how it should be.

Still, he didn't move from the pines. It was to the point that winter was now passing, and the snow with it. Not as far north as he might have liked - especially to avoid his family - the snow didn't stick around much longer once it started warming up. He felt no motivation to leave, and he wasn't entirely sure as to why. There wasn't much logic behind it.

He wasn't expecting company, though, not in the least; he figured - perhaps wrongly - that the rest of his family would just believe Avalon's words, and he'd given up immediately, not even bothering to fight for himself, not even bothering to fight for the truth; for his perspective. Avalon hadn't even given him a chance - had immediately declared him a traitor for confiding in a wolf that he'd grown to trust impeccably. He just... thought that the rest of the family would do the same.

So when he scented a familiar scent, of earth and sun and leafy trees, he froze. What was Gryphon doing here? It was clear why the male was here, at least to Lykos - why else would his thin-coated brother return to the North if not to investigate Lykos' lack of presence? And did he come on Dragon's will, or his own? He knew Gryphon was rather logically driven and shared his suspicions regarding most things, but his brother also had a deep-seated connection to family that he could never possibly let go. So was he here for delivering punishment, or something else? That connection to family was something that was not easily shaken, so it was possible that it still applied to him.

Either way, he knew perfectly well there was no use hiding. His brother had always been good in tracking to him, and he had absolutely no desire to hide and cower like a defenseless pup among the woods and prey. So he began tracking his brother himself, figuring out where he might be going, where he'd be. It didn't take long for the scent to grow strong, and even less time after that to spot the brown and black pelt with his nose to the ground. He opened his mouth to say something... and then closed it, not knowing what to say, just watching quietly instead.

"Lykos"