Stranger to see you again

Dómari chewed thoughtfully on the shoulder. He worked on peeling away as much of the muscle as he could until he got down to the joint. He tried to think if he'd seen anyone that fit Erai's description. None that he couldn't otherwise identify. But he hoped Lirim would be worth a shot. Dómari twisted his head and popped the joint. After wriggling it around a bit he pulled the shoulder blade free and set it down. "Well, you could give Lirim a shot and if they haven't any leads for you maybe you could consider starting your life anew. You're certainly welcome to come visit in Valhalla." Dómari frowned slightly at the news about Ashen. That didn't sound good. Two packs? Non-friendly? That made him nervous.

Dómari moved back to the skin, taking the shoulder blade with him. He started licking the hide, removing some of the parts that he wouldn't be able to get off with the scraper. All the while he listened and worked and wished he could provide more concrete answers. In a lot of ways he was different from Erai. He was used to taking orders and didn't really think much about things until they became relevant. He stopped licking the hide and looked up with a smile. "Thank you! I'd like to consider you a friend to. I don't really have to many friends outside the pack…" His voice wavered for a moment before his tone grew more serious. "I can't understand your exact feelings but I do know what it's like to be separated from your siblings. I searched for my brother for years before coming back to Valhalla. Some times it's just not meant to be."