Paint It Black

He had followed him. At first, unsure as to whether or not he should follow his mother, but in the end...had obviously decided not to. He had parted with her, the woman saddened that two of her children had decided to go off on their own, but he had promised to find her and visit. Wherever she ended up. With that, he tracked his brothers trail Northward, and it seemed like a pretty long journey. Not once had he been able to catch up, the sights of the lands were wild and struck his curiosity one too many times! He didn't realize how big the world outside of Auster was until now, and he was glad he had made his decision.

As he journeyed further North, he began to realize it was getting colder. But not as cold as he might have been if he had a shorter coat, but thanks to his mothers blood lines, his thick and wildly fluffy fur kept him pretty warm. He could see his breath come out in a fine fog, fascinating him to no end. But his enthrallment with that would soon come to an end as his brothers scent finally grew stronger! Had he finally caught up to him!? Kicking himself into gear, he sped up until he spotted his sibling standing in the snow, and not far from him was another wolf. Someone he didn't recognize. He raced right up to Legion's side, a grinning at him. "Finally caught up to you! What're you doing? Who's that?" Like Legion, Reinhardt had no idea about packs. They had been loners since they were born, his mother not having bothered to explain them yet. Maybe she had a reason for it, maybe not. All he knew was that this place certainly smelled like a lot of wolves, and he was pretty curious about it.