About time you showed up

Just as the two had done so often when they were pups, the Armada brothers found a rhythm to their wrestling with Romulus trying to throw Remus off of him, and his brother doing all he could to prevent Roman from fighting his way free. It was a simple and lighthearted game, but one that had a profound connection for the brothers. When Remus did eventually relent, Roman rolled to his paws and sprung back up, shaking out his silver and slate fur to free it of loose grass. Despite the initial aggravation of his childish younger sibling, he couldn't help but smile back, his wagging tail betraying his happiness to see the familiar face of a family member once more. "Hard to be happy when about a hundred pounds of spiky idiot comes flying at you from out of nowhere," he jabbed back in jest. "You're lucky I didn't mistake you for lunch! Antelope are a common delicacy around here, y'know. But you... I'm betting you'd just be tough and gamey." Ah, the relationship of brothers...

Taking the opportunity to actually get a look at his brother now, Romulus saw that Remus had also finished maturing into a fully grown male wolf. Both the brothers had a good bit of bulk and muscle, demonstrating the Armadan physique made infamous by their womanizer forefather. Remus came up to him then, nose twitching as he sniffed about, and Roman knew he was picking up on the smells of the other wolves he lived with now. Sure enough, his brother began a slow grin, then asked if his nose was accurate when he smelled a girl on him. Roman's slate-tipped ears slicked back to his head as warmth touched his cheeks, a devilish grin pulling across his own lips from ear to ear. "No, looks like it might be working too well if anything." Gods, tell him everything?! "Well, I got here almost a year ago, you know that bit. I started roaming around, checking out the sights, y'know the tourist-y shit. Then I met this girl, Lillith, right in this garden. Saved her life from a giant cat. Never seen one like it before in my life. Huge fucker, with great big saber teeth!"

Roman turned and pointed a paw back the way he came, in the direction of the Hallows. "She brought me back to her pack called the Hallows. It's over there, just down the hills. Very friendly wolves. They're all about helping and protecting others. Her father is—er, was—the alpha of the pack. He invited me to stay with them for saving her life. So that's where I've been crashing ever since. Really cushy place, you should come check it out!" The warmth returned to Romulus face once more as he addressed his brother's second question. "The, uh, the girl you smell on me is Lillith. She and I have sort of been romantic with one another for a couple of seasons now. Didn't plan it to happen that way, it just sort of... did." That was all Roman could think to say at the moment. How else did one go about summarizing the torrid relationship and love he'd found in Lillith?

"Romulus Armada"