Welcome to Ghost Town

Of all the things he had guessed that this wolf would have responded with, the fact that they were actually family was definitely not something that he had expected. His two-toned eyes widened with shock and disbelief, but as Greed introduced himself and explained his own family lineage Remus certainly believed him. What were the odds of randomly stumbling across a seemingly rare remaining family member of the Armada clan like this?! Remus wondered for a moment if maybe he was dreaming or imagining things, but no, the mud-marked wolf was very much here and telling him about how he knew about Isardis, who was his uncle, and everything else. What a crazy day it had become.

He chuckled with a bit of a grin, replying, "Yeah... Yeah, I guess so!" when Greed surmised that they were cousins in some form or fashion. Many times removed, he supposed, but still from the same beginning bloodline regardless. "Man, I was starting to think that Romulus and I were the last ones in Boreas," he said with a little shake of his head. He realized that they were still just sitting there while mud was drying into this guy's fur and he couldn't just leave family like this, could he? "Hey, come with me, I've got some stuff you can clean up with back at my camp." He motioned for Greed to follow him and walked back across the short distance to where his den was set up, ducking inside for just a moment before he came back out with a thin fur he usually used to dry off whenever he washed up after a hunt. "Here, you can use this. The river is just that way if you want some water to rinse off with."

"Remus Armada"