there are no snow tracks to guide me

There it was again, that tenuous link to a family he believed to be lost. He wondered if Pyrite knew of any possible connection between her and her brother, and Theory. The loss of that Alpha was a thorn in his paw, nagging at the back of his mind. One of the longest standing packs, gone in a heartbeat. It didn’t seem prudent to ask her just then, but he filed the thought away for later. “Then welcome, Pyrite. Your brother is this way.” He informed her, indicating with a paw for her to step over the border.

He turned then, and began directing them both towards the Col. raising his head as he did so, and calling out to her brother. Indicating for the other wolf to meet them at the Col’s entrance to the woods.


"Sirius Fatalis"