He had been in the North again for a little while, but only today had he dared venture back into those former Glaciem lands, the place that he had been imprisoned. That pack that had once terrorised so many people had gone however, not a single sign of it remained and even the Armada name was fading as well. One fellow member within Yfir carried it, was even in fact technically his half-brother though Kismet still hadn't yet realised that fact nor would he probably ever acknowledge him as family either.
He'd never actually explored these lands much, during his time in Glaciem he had not dedicated much time to venturing around. His main aim had been to keep out of the way of everyone and keep himself and Soren alive for caring for the two young boys apparently hadn't been a priority on their supposedly father's list. Now however for whatever reason there had been a sudden urge that had overcome him, leading him back to this place for the first time in years. Was it bad that there was a small sense of triumph within him, glad to see the pack had crumbled and Isardis had long gone?
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.
