He had been taking things easy, exploring and learning at his own pace while his siblings seemingly lived more exciting lives. It might have made sense if he had felt any envy but Requiem was a simple wolf with simple needs, and excitement was not a necessity for him to achieve happiness.
So the excitement of a new set of voices, rising and calling and ordering, was, admittedly, a bit confusing. Neither were familiar, neither were recognizable. Why was it not Mother who called them all together? The brown youth's brow furrowed as he padded after it hesitantly. Whatever was going on here was important, and he needed to get to the bottom of it to settle his confusion.
He was not the first there, but seeing other family was heartening. His two-toned, green and teal eyes stared toward the pair who looked undeniably of their family but also apart, the little black markings upon his brow turning his expression more severe than it was intended, and quietly he moved to join his sister, brother, and aunt. What was it that he heard Dutiron saying? Grandparents?
