The tall wolf was recovered completely in no short thanks to his talented sister. The toe the damned rattler bit had to be taken from him, and he would have sworn Orchid found pleasure in its removal. He'd been getting along fine without the thing and was now finding himself out in the territory once again. His first stop had been to his brother's den where his offspring had been nestled safely. They were good looking children, and rather fine additions to the Destruction line. He hadn't quite said it to the younger man, but he was proud of the accomplishment. Now if the dysfunctional couple could keep all three alive he would be floored. He hadn't been to see them recently, Isolde seemed rather nervous around him let alone around her spawn. He had no great worries however, knowing they would start exploring outside the den soon and he would surely find plenty of time with them.
As he loped along he'd find the scent of one of those children, eager to see it again he would follow the trail to the borders of the Range's territory. First seeing the small form of.. Shakespeare? He thought he remembered all of their names. As he was escaping from a rather familiar looking wolf. Though they'd never spoken on a personal level Rune's appearance would bring back vague memories of Viridiana's rule. A smirk would cross his features as he came to bar the boy's path home. "Stay. You might lure your father out." Chuckling darkly he'd nudge the boy forward, he was going to greet this wolf. Maybe the boy would learn something. "Hail," he would call, greeting the grey wolf. "I've not laid eyes on you in an age." the comment would follow, his form drawing more near the border, hopefully with Shakespeare in tow. "Scorpion, and what are you doing out here?" He had no idea if the man remembered his own name, but hopefully that would clue him in that the Destruction had lost his name.
"Speech"
