Boomerang

Two other wolves seemed to have heard his brother's call as well. One, Pyralis, was vaguely familiar to him from his childhood - and the other was far too young to know of him. They were of minimal interest though compared to Phenex, and his sapphire gaze fixed unblinkingly on his brother. It'd been a long time since he'd seen him, and despite the years that had passed he had expected to see him as he once had been, a pudgy boy with oversized paws and ears - and yet he had filled out his stocky body just Typhon had, far from a child now. He spoke briefly to Amon before turning to him, watching as his smile faded and turned into something more like surprise.. and maybe a bit of fear? He, too, froze, uncertain how his brother might react to his sudden arrival. Had he carried their father's fears with him, that Typhon was somehow broken, unworthy of the family name? He'd been caught up in his excitement, finally ready to return and to prove his worth - so much so that he hadn't even thought how Phenex might feel about it.

"Perhaps father was not as cruel as you believed," Typhon offered simply, forcing a grin despite the pit of anxiety that had formed in his stomach and threatened to consume him. "I was only cast away, not killed. Wanted to be sure I was fully ready to carry on the Abraxas name before returning." His gaze flitted nervously to Amon, hoping he wasn't displeased with his return - wondering briefly if he'd known he hadn't been dead.

He was quiet as Phenex spoke to the three other wolves, his mouth moving quickly; he couldn't help but see some of his own impulsive nervousness in his brother, but perhaps it was merely because of his sudden and quite unexpected return? He forced another grin, an attempt to seem as normal as physically possible, when Phenex gestured to him in introducing himself. "T-typhon," he stuttered despite his best efforts not to, nodding as though reaffirming his words. "Phenex's brother. Been gone a few years, training as well, on my own. It'd be an honor to join, wherever I'm needed." Would his family know him as the weak, nervous boy he'd once been? Cast away and left - presumably - to die? He hoped not, as he was here now and determined to prove himself loyal and as useful as they needed him to be. His gaze slipped back to Amon, expectant and eager.