Who made you a family man?

As much as he didn't usually mind spending time on his own, it really had been ages since he and his brother had seen each other. He had made his way to Auster and lingered in the warmer climate for the duration of Boreas' winter and it had become very clear from his exploring around the southern continent that his brother hadn't landed there as well. Now that spring had come he was very eager to find his inverse twin again and made his way back up to Boreas to do so. Besides, the growing packs in Auster were starting to make the land feel a bit cramped and he was someone that liked to spend his time in new lands fairly often.

He skirted his way around yet another pack on his way back up into Boreas, finding it cool and overcast but at the very least most of the snow was gone and the temperatures were more mild. The interesting thing that caught his attention as he moved around the back that occupied the forest of pale trees was the fact that he caught a bit of his brother's familiar scent crossing part of it. He had lingered at the spot for a moment, wondering if maybe he was imagining it, but no, that was most distinctly Maverick's scent. He raised a brow and looked into the pale trees for a moment, scratching his head over the fact that his brother had either trespassed into a pack frequently enough for his scent to be noticeable among the other pack wolves' scents or somehow someone had convinced him to actually join a pack. He wasn't sure which scenario he believed more.

Making his way around the outer edges of the pack, he eventually found himself in a mostly wide open plain with very little breaking up the landscape. It wasn't the most interesting land, but it was close to where his brother surprisingly seemed to be so therefore it met his needs. He went a short ways away from he pack border and sat on a patch of dense grass. It looked like the plain was still recovering from the winter so there was still patches of dried, dead grass here and there, but it was slowly beginning to return with all the rain that had been happening as of late. Tipping his head back he howled for Maverick and then waited to see if his lucky tracking of the larger male had been correct.

"Gareth"