He is well past Asteraia, well into Moladion, and well aware of the world as his giant white paws crush the browning grasses. He was always on the hunt, searching for weaknesses to purge from here or there. He was driven to knock the stupidity out of a young boy not too long ago, and he is driven to take what is unworthy and give it at least an attempt to be cleansed. The sky is covered in cloud on this day, and his orange slashed violet eyes did not need to squint as he traveled beyond Taviora in a wide round in search of something unknown.

It had been a long, long time since he had last set eyes upon his family members. He had been...distracted, his mind unable to focus on something such as family for too long. He was there to see the dead body of Heyel, to be chased off by some other wolves. He did not even process that the woman would think that he potentially killed him- and he would hardly care to begin with. Heyel was old and weak. Death was upon him rightfully so, but it was not done by nature. Such a thing always peeked his curiosity. That old man had it coming to him, and he considering making a full circle and swinging by Glorall to see Mother before returning to the grasslands.

Yet as he comes around the riverside, the clouds breaking and sun beginning to glimmer, his eyes catch the sight of a wolf most wet. A wolf basking along the shore. A wolf that he immediately recognized as Eden. He wondered what his brother was doing so far from Glorall this day, lounging around some no-mans land. There is much he did not understand of his brother, and yet much he did without needing to speak about it. The ghost moves without hesitation to come upon the side of Eden. He does not lay with him on the shore- simply stands and he lowers his nose only slightly to sniff him, before his head lifts again. It is a moment of silence with a void expression.

(Brother,) he says simply. (Does Mother still watch over your lands?) he asks in the Latin tongue. Might as well save himself the trip if she was not there. (Why are you here? What is the purpose?) he inquires. sharp eyes rising up with rippling muscles under his disheveled white fur.