Boomerang

To say it had been a long time since he had seen his brother - or any of his family, for that matter - would be an understatement. He was hardly a yearling at best when he'd been cast away from the family, deemed unfit to carry the Abraxas name; he'd been a nervous child, anxious and fearful, and he'd hadn't been able to hide it from his family no matter how hard he tried. While most wolves would've been downtrodden by their rejection, feeling deeply flawed and somehow unworthy of the Abraxas name, Typhon had only grown stronger because of it. He hadn't quite fully lost that nervous streak, of his but over the years he'd spent on his own he'd grown far more adept at hiding his insecurities - fueled almost solely by the need to please his family and prove he wasn't as weak as they had thought.

He'd spent years now keeping his distance, hearing snippets here and there about various Abraxas wolves and their pursuits. For awhile now he'd kept in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself. It was obvious that his family was all coming together, for some purpose or another.. he'd caught whiffs of their scents here and there lately as he traveled, but only now - when he heard his brother's familiar call, familiar even though his voice had deepened considerably over the years - did he decide he'd be joining them too, if they'd have him.

Slowly he made his way along the creek, noting something he hadn't realized before - these lands had been clearly marked by as claimed, by none other than his family. A burly grin appeared on Typhon's features as Phenex came into view, though he couldn't help but fear he wouldn't be welcomed. At the very least, he had to try. His focus shifted to Amon as the two grew nearer, his head bowing low toward the earth in respect to the elder wolf and his brother. His expression softened, head lifting as he took a few more steps toward them, masking his nervousness with a slow and steady gait and an even expression "Did you miss me, brother?" Came his rumbling tones, a touch of playfulness tugging at his lips, though it once again softened as he cast his eyes to Amon and dipped his head in respect yet again.