Cold Feet

The male was in a rather irrate mood...not only was he still feeling crappy from his drowning experience, but his brother had gone missing. He had tried to track him down, but truth be told...he hadn't even seen him during the storm. He knew his brother hadn't died then, because he had come across his scent among the lands of Argead a few times after. But still, it stung that his brother seemed to be avoiding him...

Stalking angrily towards the new den he had made for himself, well away from the water this time, he would mutter under his breath. It wasn't the first time Anselm had disappeared or gotten lost or whatever...he was beginning to feel...disconnected from him. Whatever the reason for his disappearing act this time, Domino was sick and tired of it.