He would see a small form approach him and with her looks, it couldn't be any other wolf then Sarka, his sister. Both her and Raziel shared a black and sooty colored face and head. It was Azael who had stood out from the other two with his tan form and white marks running across his body with the sooty colored back. She would speak, asking him where he had gone and he would grin. She had been nipped at his paws and her tail was wagging. Azael suddenly forgot how nervous he had been and he let his tail wag from side to side playfully. "I was out on an adventure! I didn't find father but I learned so much about different territories." He said with a grin as he playfully nipped at her.
He would frown slightly. "When I returned, Regium wasn't there anymore. What happened?" He would pose the question with a glint of confusion in his eyes as he asked her for an explanation. He knew that she did not like talking very much but he had to know why they had left the lands that they were so accustomed to. His mottled head would tilt to the side in curiosity as he waited. Perhaps Raziel and his mother would come across and visit with him. Perhaps his mother had the power to accept him back into the pack. If not, then maybe Roman could? Azael had no knowledge of what had happened with the leadership.
