Oh Brother Where Art Though?

Although he'd known that Rhyme was back from his conversations with Valentine, Chaos was still surprised to hear his brother's call. He had a lot to do yet to smooth his pack's transition from the northern ship down to the new territory, but Chaos was still quick to drop what he was doing and go to see what was up.

Upon seeing the vaguely familiar form there, Chaos' face brightened with a boyish grin. "Rhyme!" he shouted gleefully, charging up in an attempt to slam into his half-brother. His forepaws attempted to wrap around Rhyme's neck as he did, and while he was certain that even with the momentum of his short sprint his weight would be too close to Rhyme's to really knock him over, well, if it did he was going down with him.

He found himself vaguely shocked and disturbed by how... old Rhyme was. The last he'd seen him, they'd both only been pups. And yes, Chaos had grown up too, but it had happened gradually and he didn't really notice so much. But having a pup who'd always been such an integral part of his childhood suddenly appear as a huge, scarred, middle-aged adult felt vaguely... wrong. It brought crashing home all the years that had been stolen from them. Everything could have... should have... been different. If Rhyme hadn't been stolen, Rhys would never have tried to track them down and he'd still have his best friend. If they hadn't been stolen, Valentine wouldn't have gone mad and tried to find them, and abandoned his pack and his other children. Angel would never have left to keep Valen safe. The pack would never have fallen apart.

Chaos closed his eyes to hide the rage that swept through him. It was a familiar enough rage, though it had always been directed at the world in general and now had a more specific target, so it was simple enough to stick it back in the little box in his mind it had escaped from, and when he opened the blue and purple orbs again he was able to flash another grin at Rhyme, and attempt to messily lave Rhyme's ears with his tongue.