Who made you a family man?

He waited for a while for his brother to answer his call, and just as he had begun to wonder if maybe he had imagined or been mistaken over finding his brother's scent, Maverick appeared among the golden grasses. A grin pulled across his lips as Maverick's eyes locked on him a moment later and unsurprisingly his larger brother came barreling toward him. He braced himself for the impact and laughed lightly as Maverick slammed into him, getting pulled into a tight hug. "Well, excuse me for not looking for you around a pack of all places," he responded to the ribbing he got about possibly getting lost or wandering into the sea after being gone for so long. Now that his brother was here he could smell the pack fairly prominently on him, evidence that he had been living there for at least a short while. There was another scent mixed in even more heavily with his though—a lady's scent at that.

He grumbled between his laughter and started shoving his brother away at the nuzzling he got and the teasing about coming back now that the snow was gone. He rolled his eyes with a smirk, replying, "Some of us migrate to avoid the cold... Some of us apparently settle down with a lady to stay warm." His pale pink gaze was obviously curious at the massive development that had happened in his absence. His brother had always been the wild one between the two of them, the one that Gareth had been sure would never be the type to settle down or live in one place. And yet here he was, a member of a pack with what he assumed was some kind of girlfriend. "I'd tell you where I've been, but I don't think it'd be nearly as interesting as whatever the hell you've been up to so why don't you go first."

"Gareth"