Birds of a Feather

His search for his siblings had turned up naught so far. Eraithus didn't know what else to do though, it was currently how he was killing time. Although meeting the inhabitants of Boreas had been interesting all in itself, learning about it's culture and the wolves who inhabited it. He had heard that they recently survived a disaster the large volcano in the middle of these lands had erupted and many creatures and lands were recovering from it. Here it was hard to tell - the estuary was still filled with birds. They were in the grass and the trees. Flying away when the wolf got too close to them. Now there was no particular reason he was here, exploring maybe but it was the scent of another drawing near that made him go on alert.

Part of him was always hoping it was his brother or sister. Yet it was becoming a pattern that it would rarely be the case. What Eraithus actually came upon was a badly scared female. At first he was surprised, but made sure to keep his distance. His eyes showed that he was surprised at first but he was not dettered. In fact somehow there was a morbid curiosity about this scar on the girls face. Eraithus thought it rude to say that though. "Good evening." he greeted with his usual sweet smile. "Didn't expect to see anyone here." there was a lot more loners than there was pack wolves in these lands. That was understandable.