Herschel has not spent much time outside the company of his two other shield-brother’s since their trip took them away from his mother and brother -- who, at that point, had also seemed to be without any amount of presence before the dismantling of their home with Iblis and his mate. They had set out, his father dismayed that he could not bid farewell, but knowing his now-Alpha needed help with three lively children in tow.

To be sure, he had not been very well since then. His hindquarters were not what they used to be, and now Herschel took on a good deal of errands to try and help Seamus become more comfortable. In that way, not even news of his other pack siblings could make him leave their new home in the half-way hope of finding a blood brother he had not spent enough time with to truly know.

In this instance, it was only by chance, and with a mouthful of various herbs in his mouth, that he caught sight of a strange-and-familiar face. No, not the Alpha - whom he knew by sight instantly - but what might have been his brother, only much older than could be recalled. Light, swift, paws slow and he stares, trying to place in his heart the feeling of bonds that had once been there for all of the miniature satellite pack’s members.

He hears the name of his father, then, and immediately moves forward to investigate - nose too full of the plants he carried to be of much use in deciphering that familiarity he felt. He trots to them, head lowered and tail wagged towards Amoxtli before he puts gold and pink eyes on the prodigal brother and is at once sure of their relation by the similar coloring of eyes. “I think this is my brother…” he offers, spitting out the plants to speak in that almost too-quiet voice and unassuming tone that was entirely unlike both his mother and father. There is timidity to it that neither parent had very much of -- though if anyone had ever remembered Chepi, discoverer