Meeting the children

Ichor was wandering the lower region of the volcano, he was hoping to find a crack in the stone and get to kick rocks into the glowing depths. He wasn't having much luck, probably would have had better luck asking Wendigo, his older brother seemed to always have a knack for finding fire. But his mother's call reached him before he could even begin trying to track his older brother down. The boy lifted his head and cocked it to the side for a moment before he started dashing up the hill side. He wasn't exactly the fasted wolf, his little legs carried him with surprising speed but he simply could not keep up with a wolf with a longer stride. So it wasn't a surprise to find he wasn't first to arrive.

The boy's first instinct was to search out his twin, and finding Viscera wasn't there yet he moved toward Macabre, seatting himself down with an audible thump beside his brother and giving him a grin, he could see there was someone here who wasn't one of them, a wolf he'd seen around but hadn't really met yet.

"Ichor Klein"