implication of constant change

Inky paw pads met the earth with simple determination. The nostalgic scent of a once pups home made their way into the demon's pink nose. Hastily bringing back memories of his litter mates and family. Never did the boy ever forge those close bonds with his kin but he did have a sure desire to see Siren and Chimera. To ensure that they are doing well at the least. Most of what he remembered of his brother was negative due to their youthful rough housing. But, what he missed most upon leaving with his twin; Siren.

Within the depths of his early onset chilled heart Incubus had a soft spot for his little sister. Of course he wished well being upon all of the Kleins as a whole. Perhaps out of the selfish desire to see his bloodline prosper. Nonetheless, the primary reason for his haste was to see his litter mates.

Incubus stopped at the border with sharp pink and blue eyes taking in the forest before him. Long black legs stood firm and his slender yet prominent head was raised out of that palpable and unyielding confidence. A trait passed on directly from his Father. As well as finding his yearling height to be rather tall the male also grew into his horns. A physical attribute that had only just began to set in upon his departure. The horns no longer brought forth migraines or any other ailments. They merely sat pretty upon his brow and highlighted slightly by the moonlight above.

After a few moments of contemplation the former Prince decided it would be best to not trespass. He was obviously not up to date on the politics and wasn't sure if his return would even be welcomed. Hell, he had no clue if he would even find his litter mates here. The male just figured it would be the ideal place to start. Thus, the Klein's head raised and jaws parted to emit a beautiful baritone song of beckoning. The call was for Siren and Chimera but any Ashen Wolf would be able to head the summons as well.

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