Hatred. It was the only emotion coursing through his veins whenever he came here. Although it had been quite a long time, he needed to see for himself if the pack had fallen. Judging by the missing scents and the lack of fighting among the lands, his suspicions had been true. Today was perhaps one of the only days he wasn't feeling completely loathsome of himself. His emotions were directed at the memories that had been controlling him for so long. The abandonment of his father, the way he had always looked at him the few times he had even come around, but never once could Rin remember a time where his sire had ever come and spent time with him and Kyung the way he did their other siblings. He felt his hackles rise, the boy lashing out at a nearby pine. He lunged for a low hanging branch, teeth snapping upon it with such ferocity that it broke and splintered.
He spat the remains, light green eyes spotting then another form that lingered nearby. In some way the other looked familiar, the scent...he felt like he should know it, but he couldn't quite remember. He debated whether he should turn and walk away. But the need to know if anyone knew whether or not his sire had truly gone was great. With growing anxiety, Rin slowly approached the male. Stopping a few feet from the boy as he called out softly to alert him of his presence, provided he hadn't seen him first. "You were from the pack, weren't you?" There was something familiar about this boy...he had to be one of Glaciem's former.
