I Like To Move It, Move It.

Killian felt a bit odd coming to the Empire but he was working to integrate into the ranks. Elphias and himself were not like the other Kleins. While they relished in spoils and riches the two brothers were raised off of the land. Learning of magics, healing, the hunt, and much more. He appreciated his lifestyle despite not being very keen on herbology or mysticism. Killian was always very supportive but enjoyed focusing on fighting and building his knowledge of the world around him. He hoped that maybe now that he was in the picture Elphias may have a better time getting woven into the Armada. Killian knew his brother would do great things but never did he want the pale boy to feel uncomfortable. Especially around family.

The slate and alabaster beast moved through the region with an icy gaze and a sturdy stride. As he moved her stumbled upon a scent. It was of Ashen but he had never formally met the Wolf it was attached to. With a curiously raised brow the tall male moved closer. After a short while his seafoam eyes took in the sight of a makeshift sled and a monochromatic fae sitting and staring at it. Killian cocked his head to the side before making himself known by breaking through the brush. He stopped about four tail lengths from the wagon and the babe. "What are we waiting for?" Killian flashed a cheeky smirk her way with a raised head and a flick of his thick tail.