Braggarts and Thieves

Wraith Diamachi

Though he adored his siblings, doted on Tally especially, Wraith was still an adolescent and prone to the same moodiness of all adolescents as they sought to find their place in the world, and so he had been wandering more or less alone the last couple weeks. The call that touched his ears and raised his head had come at a good time though, with the sturdy yearling ready to return to his family. The voice... that was Mithras, who Lyre had brought into the group some time ago. The oddly colored older male had proven to fit in with the Diamachi as though born to him, though Wraith still found himself wary of him at times. He'd proven to be Diamachi to the core, but...

Shaking himself to release some of the sudden tension, the red eyed wolf turned to lope in the direction of the call. There'd been a note, not of command, but of playful invitation and it piqued his interest. More, it would likely pique the interest of quite a few of the Diamachi who had made their way close enough to hear him, and it was more than past time for Wraith to make himself known among his kin again.

Pausing as he came upon the group, his fiery gaze scanning them until he found the softer form of his sister, and his expression softened. Good, Tally had made it here. Wraith closed the distance between them and sought to press the side of his cheek to hers before sitting himself next to her. A suspicious glance was cast over her shoulders to Kati, the male Tally had been dragging around lately, before the disgruntled yearling turned his attention silently to Mithras with a brow raised questioningly.