He has taken something of a liking to this long lost brother, one he had either known and forgotten else never previously bothered to know. After all, there were many children whom shared his lineage and as such he had never found the time to seek each out though perhaps he has a mind to now. He has missed his family to some extent, missed the bond of brothers and blood that so many others seem to relish in and as such the heavy white male finds contentment in these few moments spent before one whom hold some similarities to himself. One whom understands without question the phrase he is offered in regards to parentage, a stiff nod offered by way of response. It is a concept, a matter, a problem that has long been within his mind and yet- for longer still it has been an issue he has seen fit to ignore entirely. In the lands beyond Moladion the name of his sire does not exist and as such it matters not whose name he gives, perhaps, it could be hoped- that Cobryn is forgotten here too, save for those whom may still bare his blood. Perhaps it did not matter either way, Risk had long ago moved beyond it- more determined to seek his own goals then dwell on matters of the past that truly no longer applied. It was better forgotten, memories of Hazard, Laceleot, Mockingbird, Scarlett and Faerie, Faol’an and Niviaq the memories he chooses instead to hold of his time within these lands to which he was born- or some version of them.

He asks after his brother’s Mother then, curious perhaps as from which lineage the tall male before him had sprung, certainly not the lines of Hazard like himself, built for bulk and muscle- Enigma perhaps, for he held that slicker look and yet Jaidah too had been a lighter creature if memory was given to serve him well- and it often did. Brown flecked ears sit forward atop his skull in a moment of polite attention as this Covet offers his own words, a grin very near wry given to pass across Risk’s lips in the moment, much the same as Covet’s own, a throaty chuckle humming within the depths of that big, broad chest layered with thickened cords of muscle. Jaidah it was then, an unethical creature though powerful enough in her younger years, surely more capable then his own Mother had been though his thoughts upon the pleasantries of Jaidah are content to end upon this note. Covet to, it would seem, held little love for the female from which he was born- the mention of further siblings seeming to inspire his full attention once more.

“Perhaps then, I will seek them too- I have….missed my family, to some extent and I should like to see them again I think.”

He nodded once more, assured in this fact before seeking further information from the grey and white male before him, tail remaining curled about his large paws in relaxation. He did not hold out much hope perhaps, that King Devil still lived, he would be truly aged now were it so and yet some part of him still….desired to believe it. There was much unsaid between them, much Risk wished to ask of him and more still he wished to show him. If there had been any he had desired to approval of them Devil was surely it. It was childish perhaps, foolish and yet that yearling within himself still yearned to make his King proud- even after all these years, some loyalties did not fade and despite his nomadic life these past few years, Risk remained, at his core, a loyal creature to those whom he held reason to be loyal too. As for Heyel, well, was there any creature whom did not desire to see a wolf of legend even once more? A wolf whom had once walked at Risk’s side and assured him all could be his if he only desired to take it? Even if Heyel had proceeded to make fun of his square-like frame only moments later Risk had held admiration for him, had looked longingly upon his own King as he and Heyel had sat beneath the tree in Paracon, listened to them talk of the matters of pack and the wars to be fought. Perhaps he had been envious once- of such power, though he had long since moved beyond childish whims. He merely sought Heyel because…..Heyel knew all and if any knew of Devil, then Heyel surely would. It would seem however, that his luck had run dry, head turned slightly from his brother in sadness, though such a look lasts only a moment before his lip quirks ever so slightly at Covet’s mention of there no longer ruling any land.

“I have been to many lands brother, seen many, many things and many, many leaders. With or without a Kingdom to stand upon King Devil and King Heyel will always be as such, true leaders- the sort of which do not rise very often in this world. They will always stand as Kings and Rulers. I consider myself lucky each day to have known such wolves. Have you not ever stood before another and simply been awed? Great or terrible- Kings and Queens come and go, but some simply will not be forgotten.”

His words are quiet, soft and polite, yet filled with a reverence of sorts- his belief in this a powerful thing, an expression perhaps of just why he sought either wolf in his desire to stand before them again- though Covet had surely meant no such disrespect in his words and Risk does not believe it so of him. He merely speaks his reasons now, shares something of what he had learned and of the world long forgotten before his features frown slightly, a curious look given to overcome him.

“Does….your other brother still live? The Black Prince?”

Tobias. The heir of Jaidah herself and the blight upon that family to be sure, the one all other siblings had struggled to separate themselves from else crawl free of the shadow he had cast atop them- though surely some had clung to it in a vague hope of comparing themselves to such a creature, an entirely different sort of King and one whom Risk holds nothing but distaste for. So long he had been gone- surely Tobias was long dead.

“I would appreciate your asking after Devil though, if you have a mind too. Perhaps I could trouble you further still. I have nowhere to stay tonight and surely you have a spare den here. If that is….displeasing to you though I will move on and seek our other siblings.”






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15 Years ~ Lover of None ~ Stalker of None ~ Father to None ~ Sword For Hire