touring the world

Several days on this new continent had given the twins almost too much information to go off of. The world was so different, the wolves so varied, the territories unfamiliar and the packs seemingly unending. Sol and Khonsu spent many hours on their paws investigating these new environments, occasionally bickering over the next step of their lives, and eventually settling upon the necessity of a home. To be a loner was a daunting concept for one born and raised in a community setting, and while Khonsu was happy to accept the solitude for the moment of peace it offered, Sol was ever eager to find his place in the world.

They found themselves first at a mountain range far to the northern lands. It only made sense that it was to the mountain they were drawn, as they were born at the base of another. It was from the mountain they believed their thick pelt had been granted - a boon to represent the time their souls had spent within the strong, looming vessel. The mountain was comfort, familiarity, and home.

Khonsu’s muzzle shot left to nudge against his brother’s chin, tilting the twin’s head up firmly. “Big breath.” He encouraged softly. “You’re overthinking it, it’s just like… yelling.” Khonsu’s own head tipped back abruptly, air blowing out from pursed lips in demonstration.

“Maybe you should do it.” Sol murmured, side-eyeing his brother.

“No. Do it or we’ll just go back to the fox den. I’m tired anyways.” The threat was half-hearted but it landed as Khonsu had hoped. His brother swallowed, drew in a heavy inhale, tipped his head back and called out a wobbly and uncertain song. Calling to them a resident of this land who might be able to fill them in on what life within this mountain was like.