Levitate

He had caught the scent of his half-brother while patrolling his borders. It had been a long time since he last saw Legion, even after he had joined Ruina. He had been an odd boy when they were younger but the shared blood between them had always been noticeable. He walked easily along his border until he caught the distinct odor of cat and sheep shit. He lacked the seemingly otherworldly insight of his littermate to make out the full details of what had transpired but the wolf blood surrounding his border was concerning.

The blood left a clear trail he could follow away from his packlands and the lightning king, if for no other reason than their blood relation, followed it. The signs of a struggle were evident, and wisps of fleece clinging to shrub and fallen branches told him that a ram had been what attracted the cat in the first place. Perhaps he was better at tracking than he originally thought. From somewhere ahead of him he heard the furious and terrified scream of a mountain lion, and he paused to take in his surroundings. He was in the Pitfalls. Had Legion fallen victim to the quicksand along with his stalker? He doubted it, the demons would never allow one of their chosen to die so pathetically.

He turned his nose downward again and continued to follow Legion’s blood trail, mindful of his footing and the solidity of the ground beneath him. He was hardly surprised when the trail came to an end and he saw his gray and golden half brother resting on top of a long dead ram. He stood silent for a moment, looking over his exhausted state. Erövrare still didn’t have a healer that could attend to him, but a simple laceration was hardly anything he couldn’t handle himself.

“Legion.” He called softly, his ears pricked and his form at full height as he loomed over him. “You are injured.” He said rhetorically then gave a passing glance at his kill. “The meat’s gone cold by now.” He observed then moved closer to him.  " I could smell you at my borders. Why the hesitation to see me again brother?" He asked calmly although his eyes were narrowed with scrutiny. He didn't truly think of Legion as a brother any more than he thought of Dominus or Actea as his siblings. In his mind they were all more like cousins. After all hadn't he been the only one that had truly proven to be great? He had been the one to seize power not once but twice and he had amassed a pack of loyal followers who he had little doubt would join him in the spiritual awakening of  Erövrare