It had been a day or two since Lydia had brought the unique looking pup to the pack. Branch had welcomed him into the pack with open arms and was more then happy to ensure Erystotle survived and thrived. That was the whole purpose of the pack and he was fully ready to take on more wolves when it was needed. Branch had made sure to hunt on his patrols catching food for the young male and for Lydia who had been worn out from her travels. He had let both of them properly rest to recover from his ordeal and for Lydia to rest from her travels. Today though he felt it would be fair enough for him to be a bit of a pest, to personally learn more about the unique wolf pup. Branch had met uniquely colored wolves before, but this young wolf had horn nubs, something he recognized from observing young deer. He had never seen that within a wolf before. He had thought Legion's leader's saber fangs were unique enough, but here was a whole different kind of unique. He was a little quicker with his rounds in the early morning, leaving him time to do a more proper hunt where he was able to successfully take a fawn from it's mother. It was a bigger meal for the growing boy. He carried the fawn back to the den areas and headed straight for the den Erystotle was staying in. He stopped a few feet away before placing the fawn on the ground. "Erystotle? Are you awake? I brought you breakfast," he gently called, not wanting to scare him. "Speech"

Erys was recovering physically, he no longer shook when he tried to stand. He was fully hydrated and his sleep had returned from normal. He ate and slept as much as he wanted and the boy should have been content. However, he was lonely. He felt the missing presence of his brothers keenly, and though he wasn’t quite up to really playing yet he wished one of them would come initiate. They never would though.

He had a vague understanding that they were no longer in the living world, but he couldn’t say how they’d left. He didn’t miss his father, he’d never even really seen him. The man had kept his distance, knowing the fate of his spawn. Erystotle missed his mom, though she had been just as cold towards him at least she had managed to save him from his fate.

Now all he knew was being alone, his heart hurt and the way he lay listlessly was testament to that.

He did manage to perk and look a bit more lively when he heard his name from outside. The boy struggled to his paws and slipped from the den he had been given. His bright liquid silver eyes peered up at Kesali’s alpha. He approached the fawn catiously as he debated if he was hungry or not. The pup hadn’t eaten since mid-day yesterday.

”T’anks.” He croaked, still unused to using his voice.

He would wait patiently, but it wouldn't take long before the boy would crawl from the den. Branch would smile as he emerged. His tail would gently wag as Erystotle would look over his meal like he was deciding if he truly wanted it or not. No one would take it from him and he could eat it whenever he felt like it. Branch would nod as he was thanked and tried to take a visual of the boy's recovery status. He wanted to ensure he was getting the proper care. "How are you feeling?" branch would ask. He was mostly meeting physically, not wanting to push Erys with trying to find out how he ended up alone. There was some things that Branch felt was improper to ask for and that was one of them. He was sure it had to be emotional, but if Erys ever did tell him he wanted it to be on his own accord. Right now Branch was more concerned about his physical health and if there was anything needed tending to. He had plenty of healers to aid their help to get him back to being one hundred percent. "Speech"

Erys liked that Branch took the time to come and see him, Lydia had been his den mate and though she too was busy her presence comforted him. She wasn’t his brothers though, Silas’s bright red gaze often came back to Erys, especially when he was alone. He craved the presence of another his age. ”How are you feeling?" The question was put out there as Erys’ bright silver gaze lingered on Branch.

He sighed softly, and made a shrug. ”M’ not cold anymore.” That was one of the biggest complaints he had when he first got here. ”I like Lydia,” He added as he thought about it, looking back to the meal that had been provided. His gaze grew a bit distant as he finally formed his own question. ”Are there any other pups here, Branch?” He craved a young friendship or a playmate, and though he couldn’t deny the adults were doing their best it wasn’t the same. To himself though, he secretly hoped that his brothers might have found their way here as well.