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Miach waited long enough for his brother. It was the thick of winter and he would not linger within the north any longer. Could it have been possible Kane had called and Miach did not hear over the blasts of chilled wind? Who knows but all the crimson male could do is fend for himself. Perhaps this was the world shoving the demon riddled beast back towards his haunting lineage. Yet, he would refrain and make it a point to head to the one place Kane mentioned within their reuniting, Lirim. They had relatives there, or at least that is what he remembered. Hopefully they would welcome the wayward male into the pack so he could have a sense of worth yet again. The Adravendi hellhound pressed his hefty paws against the earth and held his head with confidence, a respectable amount. He held little dominance and mainly exerted his true neutrality. Miach was at the borders of Lirim with an expressionless face. Would they turn him away to? Doubt and guilt filled his brain just before he shot his thick head into the air. A frosty howl filled the air and he loudly summoned the high ranking members of this pack. As the call ended his form moved back as it were. His tail swayed every now and again in an idly fidget. Often his bloody gaze swept across the wild life in order to keep his mind off of all of his mental struggles.
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