She was here somewhere and he knew it. He knew Faria's scent like he knew his own, knew Caia's, and the fact that his sister's scent wasn't also on the breeze scared the bejeezus out of him. Without hesitation Mithris threw back his head and let out a beckoning howl. He'd been tracking his friend for days, north and out of the southern continent, and finally he'd found tracks fresh enough to consider calling out for her. And maybe it was just coincidence, but was there another wolf's scent with her? The thought was... concerning. But he would have scented blood or sickness, and there was none of that, so instead he was left to mire in his own burning curiosity and anxiety and stress. He did not like being stressed. Not one bit.
The gargantuan man shifted his paws, practically dancing in place, uncertain whether or not he should keep going. He wanted to wait and listen for a response first, he didn't want to risk missing a single chord of it should it ring out, but he was done with waiting. He growled, a low bass note in the back of his throat. How had things gotten so screwed up in the first place?! All he wanted was his sister and his friend back, safe with him and healthy and fucking happy. He didn't want to be on the wrong end of death threats, or getting maimed, or... Or any of that other crappy stuff! He huffed, on the brink of pouting. To him, that seemed perfectly reasonable.
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"Talk" "You" Think
NOTE: Caia, Faria, and his children are allowed in all of Mithras' thread, regardless of their status. If you're threading with him, expect them as well!
