It would appear that that blasted twin of his was off on an adventure… yet again. And for poor unfortunate Faelon, being who he was, had to tag along everywhere he tread. So, with that, he began to make his way to find his sibling. Last he heard his brother talk was to order him to meet in the fields for some "bonding time". It surely was ironic how Malikye insisted on having Fae by his side, considering how they were practically at each other's throats all the bloody damn time.
Faelon wasn't grumbling, though. Deep inside of him he secretly took pleasure in being with his brother. In all truth, he loved him, but there was only so much of Malikye he could put up with till his insanity took over the rest of what was left of him.

As the beast neared the tree line, his ears perked and twitched at the sound of voices just to his right. The wind carried them to him, and in the jumble of lyrics, he made out Malikye, his dear doppleganger, and sped his pace up. The noise guided him to a band of wolves, with some members looking about as if they have never seen each other before.
That may be the case, he thought. And shrugged the idea off his shoulders. His muscles clenched and unclenched with every footfall till he found himself a seat beside his brother, who happened to look as if he knew what was happening. Perhaps this is what he wanted him to attend- a meeting of some sort. With a slight bow of his head in greeting, he turned his attention to all of the others. The sweet aroma of women teased his senses. His loins stirred, and he internally groaned. Oh, how he so wished he could have a quick lay. It had been a day or more, he couldn't remember, since he had last tasted and felt delicious female flesh. Soon it would be the season of birth, however, and then he'd have to steer clear out of way of single ladies and their pups. The brute wasn't looking for commitment of any kind, unless it was to a pack or his brother.