The sights of the day led on, Rye had watched Ross walk off with his daughters earlier in the day and quite frankly, he wasn’t about to go up and follow them. He wasn’t ready to think of himself as an uncle. He didn’t even think Ross was ready to be a father but that didn’t matter much anymore. The thoughts of that weren’t really all that important to him anymore, he and his brother had drifted apart this past year, ever since Rye had run into Renai at the last large gathering in the fields. He still felt the shock at seeing his little sister, so thin, and just more than unhealthy. But she had snapped at him, and since he had taken it to keep his distance, even when she got sick from that damned elk.

But that didn’t mean he hadn’t sneaked kills close to her while she slept to help her, not that they had spoken of the help, not that they hadn’t even looked at each other lately. Nor had he really spoken to Ross lately either. He felt more than disconnected from his family and that hurt, more than words could express.

The black and red male moved easily, the large frame had its difficulties when it came upon a large downed tree, too large to crawl under, he backed up a step, before propelling himself up and over, his nails digging into the flesh of the bark as he heaved himself up onto the trunk before he leaped down onto the ground on the otherside. He was approaching the large group that was gathering.

Yes, he noticed his brother, but he didn’t head that way. They may be twins, but that didn’t mean that they had to be together at all times. He watched the growing group, watching as many paired off and walked away from the group. Ahh, imprints. It was a strange thing to think of, the way fate pulled at your heartstrings and drew you away from everyone else without even letting you try to resisit.