Take a chance on me

Citadel was leaving a lot of baggage behind him as he and his brother moved through Auster. He could only hope it wasn't going to catch up with them at their destination. So far, his brother was sticking with him through it. Would he have Iskandors support with whatever they were met with at the Hallows borders? 

If Artorias tried to drag him home, they would all have a fight on their paws. Nerves zinged through Cit as they reached the border, and he glanced once over at his brother. Well. Only one way to find out, right? He raises his head, and called out for his Great Uncle. He hadn't seen the older wolf's since his parents' wedding. Would he remember them?