The Call
He was done the den. It had taken less time this go around and he wished it hadn't. Now he was alone with his thoughts, of which there were many. He had entertained thoughts of escape but had not been sure exactly how he and his brother would go about doing that? He was wandering close to the border of the pack lands that were he and his brother's prison when a call echoed faintly across the pines. He paused, ears perking as he recognized his great aunt Chrysanthe? or at least he thought he did. The distance was too great for him to be sure. He paused, hazel gaze staring out over the border? he wanted to answer but-
Another call reached him, this one he knew for sure. Kismet it seemed was summoning him. He sighed, his brother had all the stealth of a trumpeting elephant. They would never sneak away if Kismet went around announcing himself like that. Still? Casting a quick glance back over his shoulder he made sure no one was watching him and slipped from the pack lands. It wasn't hard for him to track his brother and soon he was following the boy's scent.
He arrived a bit after his brother, in a bit less of a hurry but excited nonetheless. He approached the sweet smelling meeting spot, eyes alighting upon two familiar forms, his brother and Chrysanthe and several others he did not know. He approached his brother and great aunt, brushing gently against the older woman's leg for a moment before stepping back in beside his brother. He had arrived in time to hear Kismet's question, and so would not bother to repeat it, instead glancing around at the wolves he did not recognize.