This was an odd day, the brute decided. Very odd indeed. He woke earlier than his brother; some due to his partial insomnia but most due to his scars. Faced with cold, the mangled flesh of his chest began to ache bitterly, as if reprimanding him for bringing them to apparently unpalatable weather. Great, that's all he needed. Grouchy scars, who'd a thought? Spring, though, spring was slowly but surely taking over the world once more. driving the cold back for the rest of the year. Despite his own status as the grouch as well, he quite liked spring. Truly he did. He liked seeing the baby blades of grass beating back the frost and the newborn flowers blooming for the first time. A lot of plants died over the course of winter, but a lot didn't; the survivors coming back to life as soon as they drank up the first drop of warmth.

He followed a few beats behind his brother, his gait less eager than him. Wait. That wasn't true. He was eager; eager and curious and interested and maybe perhaps a little bit suspicious, just a different kind of eager. He hadn't heard their mother tongue spoken by someone who wasn't his twin or himself in what seemed liked ages. Proper ages. He'd almost forgotten what it sounded like coming from a female. His memories of his mother were pushed back in his mind, preferring not to dwell on the past. But now, now a grin twitched at the corners of his lips. It was good to hear the language again.

Soon enough they found her, coming to stand side by side and shoulder to shoulder. He glanced at his brother's tail, wagging almost erratically, with a raised eyebrow. "Och. Excited are we?" He snorted, shaking his head a little at him. He turned his gaze onto the disgruntled girl, giving a customary wag of his own tail in greeting. "Mornin' from me as well," He called, picking up on Baltair's attitude and matching the strength of his voice, far softer than his usual.

He watched her movements and listened to her words with a thoughtful scowl. Well. This was different than what he was expecting. "Tis aon magadh," {tis no mockery} He said, looking between her and his brother. Could it be? In their homeland they had fated mates, imprints, and the fact that Moladion had them as well was a sort of comfort. It was something they were familiar with. Will himself didn't particularly want to find his imprint though; what female would want him? But Baltair, he wanted to find his. Had for years. Now it appeared that at long last he had. Just my luck, He inwardly sighed, sitting back on his haunches, unthreatened by her stance. After all, she was Balt's imprint. That made her his new sister. While she may try to attack him, he'd never lay a paw on her with the intention to cause serious harm.

Well then. This day just got awkward.

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