There Is No Leaving

He was just returning from a failed hunt when the scent of blood moved through the breeze, and not just any blood, but Xairo's. Sure, it could be anything, but the scent of his family's blood always made him worry, not that he'd ever admit it or show it.

Changing course, he followed the scent until he saw the familiar blue hulking frame of his not-brother. He seemed well enough, besides the obvious injuries. Nothing life threatening, nothing to worry about. Other than the look on Xairo's face anyway, something was on his mind. Approaching from the side, his pace slowed into a walk as he looked over the injuries marring his brother before falling into step beside him. "I trust you left them looking worse," he teased with a light smile playing on his lips. "What's on your mind?" he asked a moment later, the smile fading from his features as he glanced over at him while they walked.