Alone, that was what he was. Emry had left Diveen and father was, struggling with the death of mother. His strong dad, the strongest in Moladion had been brought to his knees. That was something Alaric was determined after that first night of grieving for his mother that he would never do. His quiet trance was soon broken, if it wasn't for the soft spoken words of latin and the voice of his brother Alaric would have snapped at whomever approached, Emry was lucky Alaric would never forget his own brother. A grin found itself upon his maw at his brothers words. "Eh non mauris." No shit, Eh? was the smart ass remark to leave his maw. Perhaps it was the new found bad assness that had the boy being crude to even his brother. But hey he knew his bro would forgive him. However the air seemed to change around them , and for pups their maturity level was quite intense as Emry stared at him. How were things, huh. "
"Pater habet incommoda dormientes. Difficile vigilare cubile meum ego puto posse moveri longius. Aliquam molestie monte minor memoria. Frater et quomodo tu es reliquit tenens Diveen? " "Father is having troubles sleeping. It was hard to watch, I've moved to my own den but I think I might move further. Maybe the mountain pack, less memories. And you brother? How have you been holding up since you left Diveen?" It had been much to long since the two trouble makers had seen one another, Alaric shuffled on two paws. It was odd talking with Emry. Normally they would be trying to take the other down in a fight. Or chat up the ladies. But it all changed like a switch they changed after the war. Seeing so many weak, and having a loved one die. They grew up to fast and at only a year the boys were growing up to be individuals. He waits now for his brothers reply. His red and silver tipped ears flicking back and forth waiting to catch the ripples of words to spew from Emry's maw.