One Shot

Miach was pretty restless. With the disappearance of his brother the crimson male wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He was currently avoiding his family to the fullest as well as the Abraxas and just wanted to get involved in something bigger then his own personal issues. A pack or even a few friends would go a long way. He was a pretty neutral male so he could easily fit in anywhere that isn't too harsh.

In his wanderings it was only natural for the rogue to find himself at a prime watering hole. An unclaimed land with multiple hefty pools of fresh water. Slowly the crimson male moved along the shoreline before pausing to take a quick sip of water. His pink tongue lapping at the liquid. Yet, as his head came up a scent filled his nose. A scent that was familiar and seemed to twist his belly in ways only family could. Quickly Miach whipped his cranium left and right before setting his eyes upon a relative. Acere. An Uncle he had not formally met but from what he knew was an ally of his father. At first the Adravendi thought of running to simply dismiss the idea of confrontation. But, strength bubbled in his chest and such brought him to force his sturdy legs to carry his crimson from closer to his relative.

Miach was of neutral stature as he approached Acere. Blood red optics eyed his Uncle as he stopped his steps at about seven tail lengths away. The gentle breeze of spring swept across their bodies and carried his thinning fur into a delightful dance. "Greetings, Acere." Perhaps his Uncle was reformed as well? Or was he still lurking with the demons of the Praetor blood?