Family had been an odd, distance thing to him, but he still remembered all the faces of his family that he was born to. Would be recognize his brothers now though? Their scent was forever burned into his memory, and he supposed he would recognize them regardless. So much had happened since their leaving the den, would they even all like each other anyway? Perhaps one day, he would find out. For now though, he was locked in a moment with the Queen of the mountains, trusting her through some odd feeling. He did not let his golden eyes flecked with brown move from hers as he awaited the answer to his curious question. He did not expect the answer that seeped from her lips.
It appears that his brother had indeed lived here for much of his life, and evens stranger that he was attached to the one who stole him from his family. It was a thing that he may not understand, but maybe one day. His brow furrowed in thought as she mentions that the one who stole his brother was torn away from the pack, but none of it really made all that much sense as he scanned the face of the Queen for any hints.
The awe of the mountain seemed to fade as her words continued. The feeling of freedom seemed to be choked by something completely different. His head pulled back just the slightest bit. He took in a breath and just as quickly huffed it out. Sven jumped from a cliff? He attempted to end his very life? It was an unsettling feeling. And it appears there was no answer on if he was really alive or dead- although would Sven not have come back here if he were alive? Rollo gave a bit of a sigh, unsure how to feel about it. It was not like they were close anymore, but he was his brother from birth.
"Well..." he said, giving a bit of pause as his eyes redirect out to the world before him again.
"There may be chance he lives, perhaps we should not give up," he stated, flicking an ear on his solemn face for a moment before turning back to her.
"I will stay through the winter, and see the peeks from light of spring," he says with a nod. "I do thank you, are there lands designated for ones such as myself?" he asks, for he is not sure where exactly he is welcome on these lands. His home before, he was only allowed in few places, only a few spots to call his own. He remember it was not as such in Taviora, but he knew not how the lands here were ruled. It would perhaps be an...adjustment, but he hoped it would be a welcome one.