<font face=georgia color=446176>FROZEN MASS GRAVE.</font>

He is determined and focused on his mission. The scent grows stronger and stronger until finally Alaric is in view. His molten gaze flecked with crimson is steady on his brother, drinking him in. He was taller now, just as Emry was; and though he was only slightly taller than the darker wolf, he was lighter. It had allowed Emry the ease of tackling and pinning him when they were younger, but it had been some time since they had tussled together- let alone even seen one another. The young boy had not gone back to Diveen since first leaving, and did not know if this was the first time Alaric had left or if he had taken his own leave. He could always find out. Quick to approach, his let his large paws carry him to just beside his brother at the lip of a pond. It was so similar to the one he had just left the chocolate flame and creme girl at that his tail waved slightly behind his haunches. Glancing at his brother and arching a subtle brow, he was quick to speech, his voice smoothe and sauve in all of his swagger. "Fac cum hic alienigena." Fancy seeing you here, stranger.

He kept to the other language they had learned growing up within the heart of Diveen, within the heart of the Angel city. Being the newphews to the king of the pack, they had some status to uphold though it wasn't ever something of too much pressure. After all- Emry had taken his leave of Diveen and none had come looking. None of the wolves he had known within the packlands had been around the area, and he had not run into any in the past seasons. Until Alaric showed up, that is. His intense gaze was still focused on his brother as he paused, allowing him to greet him if he so wished it before continuing. "Dic mihi, quid sunt?" Tell me- how are things? Though when he was younger he might have given a snarky remark or been sarcastic- he was genuinely curious now to how one of the closest to him bloodwise was faring, and even what he was up to with his time. Such was the way of time, always changing and altering things. "Et quomodo es?" And how are you?

Alaric might not believe it himself, but the honest gleam to his gaze and his body language spoke of the truth. Their Mother was gone, and it was just the boys and their Father. They had Diveen as it would always be their home, and the pack- but immediately all they had was one another. Emry had never met his grandparents or most of his large family, but he was content in his immediate small one. The two male wolves had never treated him badly and so he found no reason to resent them. He did not know of the revenge that his brother also felt within his core, but he knew it within his own. It was a fleeting and hopeful thought, but perhaps that could have been the reason Alaric was where he was now. In search of the murderer who had snuffed out the life of their strong and beautiful Mother. Tilting his large jaw ever so slightly, the boy of silver and onyx watched his brother who was so similar to him. He wondered what was going on inside that head, and if it would interest him or bore him. Only one way to find out.

"Talks like this."

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male - one - no ones love - no ones soul - diveen

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