Miach waited long enough for his brother. It was the thick of winter and he would not linger within the north any longer. Could it have been possible Kane had called and Miach did not hear over the blasts of chilled wind? Who knows but all the crimson male could do is fend for himself. Perhaps this was the world shoving the demon riddled beast back towards his haunting lineage. Yet, he would refrain and make it a point to head to the one place Kane mentioned within their reuniting, Lirim. They had relatives there, or at least that is what he remembered. Hopefully they would welcome the wayward male into the pack so he could have a sense of worth yet again.
The Adravendi hellhound pressed his hefty paws against the earth and held his head with confidence, a respectable amount. He held little dominance and mainly exerted his true neutrality. Miach was at the borders of Lirim with an expressionless face. Would they turn him away to? Doubt and guilt filled his brain just before he shot his thick head into the air. A frosty howl filled the air and he loudly summoned the high ranking members of this pack. As the call ended his form moved back as it were. His tail swayed every now and again in an idly fidget. Often his bloody gaze swept across the wild life in order to keep his mind off of all of his mental struggles.
Frost had been resting after his most recent border patrol. This winter had taken a toll on his aging form and he knew his retirement was going to be sped up. He was hoping that he wouldn't need to step down this soon, that he could help out a year or two more, but not with how he was feeling this winter. When the booming howl came from the borders, calling for one of the alphas, Frost rose his head. Heaving his tall form up and stretching himself out and letting his joints crack and creek. He took off at a brisk pace, hoping to get himself there in good timing. He didn't want to keep the male waiting long.
It didn't take to long since he didn't have to travel into the valley to get to the area the male was at. When the male came into view he recognized the form slightly. He was much older then the last time Frost had seen him, but Frost had been around when he was a pup. Although could he be wrong? Could this be a totally different wolf then from Zuriel's first litter? Frost had never had any personal interaction with him especially after he disappeared as a pup so he could very well be wrong. He pressed forward to meet the male at the border and smiled in a quiet greeting.
"Miach? Isn't it?" he asked, hesitation in his voice fearing he was wrong.
