The large brute had been wandering the pack lands, not doing anything of particular importance at the moment. His plume lashed in boredom behind him, his paws easily stepping through the tall trees that shadowed the lands of Abendrot, the place that he had chosen to live and had never felt like it was a wrong choice. Though he may not have many lupines that he talked to here, he often preferred it that way. He was no longer a friendly lupine and often wanted to be on his own instead of in the company of others. The brujo knew that he would never fit in with one of those friendly packs like Saw Tooth or Bright Moon, but he was glad those annoying vargs had a place to go and not be around him.

Grey Wind’s annoyed thoughts were interrupted by a fierce roar that rang through the trees. He recognized the vocals to be those of his King, and calling for him specifically. Whenever Kershov called for Grey Wind pride filled his chest that the ice king had chosen him to call when he had so many ready to be by his side. When the brujo reached the spot that Ker had called him from he was no longer there, but the scent was strong and easy to track. The grey brute knew better than to wait for Kershov, and immediately his limbs took off in a sprint, wanting to catch up to the white beast that had called for him. It felt good to have the wind flow through his thick pelt, especially now that the weather was warmer. His tongue lolled from his mouth as his sides began to show the efforts of his run. He was in no way tired, he had trained himself to be able to run and fight for long periods of time, never wanting an enemy to get the better of him because of fatigue.

After some time the grey brute could see the white form of Kershov, also running through the trees, in the direction of Bright Moon. A smile appeared on Grey Wind’s features as he thought of visiting the pack that was known to have an…interesting relationship with Abendrot. The two warriors could have some fun with the lupines in the other pack. His yellow orbs witnessed the alpha stop at the borders of the pack, panting from his run as Grey Wind was. The grey varg trotted over to the king, lowering his head and shoulders respectfully to the brute that he admired, not needing to speak in order for the other brute to understand his thoughts. As the stood side by side the leader opened his maw to speak, telling Grey Wind that he had been promoted to the position of Gamma. He was surprised, but flattered, by the words of his alpha, glad to hear that he had seen the efforts and passion he put into the pack, but really he knew that Ker noticed everything about the lupines in the pack. ”Thank you sir, I will serve you well.” Even though the leader’s words did not show emotion to them and were blunt, Grey Wind knew that the alpha appreciated his efforts. “Let’s see what fun we can have with our neighboring pack, Gamma Grey Wind.” The other brute let out a growl at the words of his alpha, waiting to see what lupine would dare to approach them first.

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Anger and a hint of fear flushed through him when he heard the scream of fear fall from Amalthea’s throat. Whoever had done something to her would pay, no one could come into Bright Moon and do something to one of his lupines without answering to him. Though he did not often get anger, and even less often reaction violently, now was one of those times. When Summer burst through the trees, a growl in his throat, hackles and plume risen in anger, he was relieved to see that the new femme was not hurt and only frightened, and now he could see why. The look and reputation of the white titan that was at his borders was known to frighten others, and Summer quickly approached Thea with a quick glance to the other alpha, letting him know that his wolves came before whatever it was that he wanted. Summer thanked Scion for being there and looking out for Thea, even though he seemed to have frightened her more, but that was in no way Scion’s fault.

Summer leaned in front of the femme, blocking her sight from the others behind him, speaking softly to her. After a few moments she came out of her hiding place very slowly, unique violet orbs glimmering with unshed tears. As he once again promised that he would protect her he was surprised when she reached forward and touched her nose to his. It took him a moment to register that trust she must have in him to do this and he leaned into her, pushing his own nares to hers, letting her know that her trust in him was well deserved. After she seemed to calm down some he rose and turned back to the lupines at his borders. As he approached Kershov his plume brushed Amalthea’s shoulder, letting her know that he was still watching over her, and his yellow orbs met Scion’s nodding to the other warrior.

What the smoky brute saw next threw him off guard in ways he never expected.

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The grey brute stood rigidly by the King’s side, waiting for someone, anyone to come and meet them. By now an Abendrot soldier would have been at the borders if this was reversed, but he knew other packs were not disciplined in the way that Abendrot was. He was once again thankful that he had chosen to live in the pack that he had chosen. Finally the light colored form of a femme was seen, and both brute’s attention was focused on her before she let out a ear-shattering scream. When Kershov’s reaction was to snarl, Grey Wind let out a growl of annoyance. Why was this useless female yelling in such a way when the two of them were just standing outside the borders. Useless and frightened, very unlike what he was used to in Abendrot. His yellow orbs looked to Ker’s form, waiting to see what he would do, ready to follow his leader. But he stayed where he was, and calmed down as another form made its way over, this time a brute. At least he didn’t scream like the annoying girl.

The white king stated that they would wait for the alpha while the brujo took care of the terrified girl. Grey Wind supposed she was right to be terrified with what the two of them were capable of doing. Finally the scent along the border was approaching, somewhat familiar to the lupine, but he supposed that was because he had come here before for spying missions. When the smoky brute pushed himself through the trees, glanced at Ker and approached the frighten female without a glance to Grey Wind, the large brute froze. It couldn’t be… He knew that the alpha here was named Summer, but he never once thought it could have been his brother. But he would recognize that face anywhere. His form was rigid, for once fear ripped through him. What was he going to do? Surely Kershov was about to find out who this was, and what if questioned his loyalties? If he wasn’t so well trained a whine may have escaped him, but he remained silent.

His mind was blank, he couldn’t process the words that Kershov was saying to Summer, even though he tried to focus back in on his brother, who apparently was not dead. His yellow orbs finally met Summer’s identical ones. The brother’s stared at each other for a moment before Summer finally spoke. Grey Wind seemed to have lost his vocals, unable to speak though there was so much he wanted to say. Kershov glanced at him before speaking again and this time he was able to register the alpha’s words. “Your brother is one of the finest soldiers in the army.” Any other time Grey Wind would have been filled with pride at his words, but he was too distracted right now. His paws seemed to be stuck to the forest floor unable to move towards the varg that he thought he would never see again.

”Summer? How are you alive? I thought…” His voice turned off, shame flooding him. Why had he not searched more for him? Why did he presume his whole family dead? ”Are the others…where are they?” The grey brute’s full attention was now on his brother, forgetting that Kershov and the other two Bright Moon wolves were there. He was treading dangerous waters.

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Summer had been half focused on Kershov, half focused on the state of Amalthea behind him, wanting to make sure the femme behind him was still okay though he now knew he needed to speak with the other alpha. He asked, probably a bit too harshly, what it was that he wanted, orbs glued to the white titan. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, King Summer. Your pack clearly knows how to take of itself.” He was not sure if the words were sincere or meant as a jest. His plume rose a bit behind him, wanting to show the other brute that he was proud of his pack and the lupines within it. ”My pack is more than capable of looking after themselves, as you can see my wolves look after each other.” He was in no way embarrassed of Amalthea’s reaction, but was proud that she had stayed around and not fled. “I merely wanted to talk, and see how Abendrot’s neighbor was faring. Perhaps you already know but our territories have had a…slightly tumultuous history.” The smoky brute had heard of the history between the two packs, but honestly he did not know what first caused the animosity between the two packs. He was still focused on the brute in front of him and the two behind him, ignoring the other brute entirely but knowing he was there. ”I have heard of our two pack’s history, though I do wonder what first started it. As you can see we are faring well. I assume you and your lupines have been doing well too?” Summer was suspicious of Kershov’s true intentions, but he would not be impolite to another varg that had not personally done something to him, though he knew of his reputation.

And that’s when Summer noticed who was next to him, his brother. His orbs stared blankly at the rigid brute next to Kershov. What had led his brother, one who was raised well and properly, one who was raised to rule, to go to a pack like Abendrot? His paws stepped forward, closer to his brother, not paying any attention to the white being next to him. Finally Grey Wind spoke, addressing him for the first time in years. He asked how he was alive and Summer was not too sure himself, really it was luck. ”Rickon and I escaped, but we were separated. Father told us to flee, we were too young to fight like you and Ghost. How did you get out?” When his brother asked if the others were alive, his features saddened, not wanting to tell him of Lady but knowing he needed to. “I do not know of any of the other’s but Lady. She escaped too, but died recently.” He knew that Grey Wind would ask how she died, though he wanted to tell him that even less. ”She died giving birth, she had three pups, one of which I have here with me. The varg that violated her was killed by Striker, the alpha of Moondown Shadows.” When Summer stated what happened to their sister, Grey Wind reacted violently. A snarl escaped the larger brute as his tail lashed in anger. Summer knew how he felt, and wanted to comfort his brother, but seemed rooted to the spot.

It was amazing that he could fill Grey Wind in on what had happened in just a few sentences. But he did not want to go into more details in front of others. That’s when he remembered about the others around them. He glanced back to Amalthea and Scion, and then to Kershov. When Grey Wind did not seem like he was going to explain to the others Summer began to speak to the other three lupines, still standing close to his larger brother. ”Grey Wind and I are brothers. We had two sisters, a brother, and a half-brother growing up. We were all separated because of a war. Another pack attacked the one we were born into. Grey Wind and Ghost stayed to fight, while the other four of us fled, we were too young to do any good. I haven’t seen any of them since that day.” He trailed off, sadness in his yellow orbs as he thought of the family he had lost, wondering if there was a chance that any of the others may be alive.

OOC: well sorry for all that guys >< got a little carried away with their little reunion….