Come out.

Othello paused in her march towards her half brother, paw lingering in the air. There was something different, something off about him. Then again, she wasn't quite so normal either. Hell, was was normal? Shaking off that feeling, her white paw met the earth at last as she closed the gap between them.

Placing her nose against his own, she closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh. It was nice to see him again, to reconnect to one good thing about her past. It made her feel whole, if only somewhat. It was better than nothing though, she would rather have bits and pieces than to be left without anything. So she reveled in that moment, wrapping her neck around his in a wolfy embrace. She took in his new scent, derived of its sweet pup scent. He was all grown up now, that was for sure. Chuffing softly, she slowly pulled back and took in his form.

"How have you been? Where have you been in fact?" She asked. He had a somewhat lingering scent of others, and she wondered if he ended up joining another pack. She shuttered at the thought, a pack life was certainly not for her. But if it was for Imonde, good on him. They were very different, these half related wolves. While their scent and looks somewhat resembled each other, not many would point out that they were siblings.

"Speech"
'thoughts'