He had caught the scent of his brother shortly after he left the North and traveled to the Western coast of the continent. The male warred with himself as he thought of reuniting with his litter mate or continuing to live on his own as a rouge, he hadn’t missed the clinging scent of other wolves, particularly that of a young female when he found his brother’s marker. “You went and made something of yourself, didn’t you?” He thought almost bitterly. Well, he didn’t need him or anyone else for that matter, he was his own man and lived by his own rules, like his mother…His mother who had all but vanished after they were born. He sighed to himself as he approached the glittering lake, with Eura chattering concernedly from his back. “My troubles are my own dear.” He had told her in what he had intended to be a reassuring manner, but was not without the faint edge of heartbreak.
He laid down on the shore of the lake, letting the water come up to his chin while his companion whimpered shrilly at what had made her friend so morose. He shifted his eye to her lazily then dipped his nose in the water and breathed out a sigh, causing it to bubble around his cheeks. The monkey cheered a laugh and bounced excitedly at the sight. He would be alright. He lifted his dripping head to smile at the creature that had been his only friend and she in turn smiled at him toothily.
