Baldur was conflicted. On a whim he'd offered to stay in Ebony, to keep an eye on the pups he suspected might be his children but now that he had he wondered about his brothers. He preferred the life of a rogue but all the same? could he leave those pups after their mother just abandoned them? He knew he had younger siblings that also needed him there though they were getting older and did have Thor to look out for them. Bah! Why did the world have to be like this? Why were there so many children that had to bear such pain and suffering. The frost-tinted brute man continued his walk through the plains before finally coming to the area where his brothers had made their den. Time to let them know what was going on and that he was planning on leaving. He imagined they were too. He heard a call not a moment before howling it's call of claiming. speech

A familiar call drew the brute from his thoughts and Thor dropped what he was doing and set out after the caller. In minutes he was there, rounding a stand of trees that stood between them. Relief spread through him as Baldur came into view. The rest of the group was preparing to leave and while he had no doubt that his brother could have found them, this way was far better. "Baldur!" It struck him as a little bit odd that he had howled instead of just showing up at the common area, but it wasn't worth pursuing; there were more important things to discuss. "You're cutting it kinda close, brother. Almost got left behind." The beginnings of an ornery smirk tugged at his lips. Thor's gazed zeroed in on his brother's injures. Over the years he'd developed an eye for such things. Thor boasted the ability as an advantage in fights; pinpoint weak spots and the like. He was rather proud of it, though in this instance his noticing had less to do with his ability and more to do with the obviousness of it. "You look kinda rough. Date end poorly? " he quipped. Speech