He would arrive, straight from the outlands of Alacritia. The male had been out searching for a brother still lost, though had not bothered to tell the others where he had gone off to. Why would he? He was a full grown adult and mostly did things on his own anyhow, Song after all, was too busy playing leader to care what he did. Even so, he always did things without telling her. A habit, he supposed, of her having been gone in the first place. Ones habits simply did not die after a short time, and his habit was independence. Something that would not go away, if at all.
And so it would seem he'd step onto Ludicael lands just as the howl for a meeting would go out, and Howl in his somewhat tired swagger would make his way towards the meeting place. He would arrive behind the crowd, though he wasn't the only one still not present. There were many it seemed, that had yet to arrive. Hazel eyes fell on his sister, though did not linger there long as he tore his gaze from her to gaze about at the others. In silence, he would move forth to sit somewhat in view of his sister, shaking his coat free of the dust that had collected from his fruitless search, and waited.
