Of all the wolves I expect to encounter on any day, it is never my own brother. His scent comes on the breeze so very lightly, but it is enough for my ear to flicker towards his direction. I hear him just before he arrives and yet, I make little effort for the time being. I am curious as to what he will do, after all. Has his little parasite convinced him of some wretched lie? Some motive to come take a bite from me? I would hardly be surprised and yet, I would like to think our relationship is better than to be pried apart by some gnarled looking creature like her.

It seems I am right for he does not charge for me but rather, he merely... sniffs at me. That is strange in itself and yet, I suppose he can find answers himself in such a way. My mother's scent should still be somewhere within my pelt, though I have washed away as much as I can. Slowly, I rise up, rolling to my stomach and pressing up so that I am seated now beside him. Curiously, I return his gesture, taking in his scent; it is of the fields, and so he must have decided to settle or at least visit for long enough to wear it so well. Interesting decision and yet, I suppose it is fitting enough for him. I did not take him to be a pack wolf and so, Asteraia seems to be the place where such wolves manage to co-exist together. Perhaps it is worth reconsidering their Monther's proposition. It would be good, I think, to re-initiate contact with my brother more often.

"She does," I respond simply in our native tongue, turning towards him with narrow eyes as I move to inform him of something I am sure he will not be entirely impressed by, "she has brought us new siblings, too. Now she watches over them more than the land, I think." I am curious to see how such news might impact him. Ayal was hardly pleased with their arrival or their continued existence, though I do think she has at least... become more lukewarm towards them. At least, I have not found her trying to gnaw one apart yet.

I cannot help but sneer in amusement at his second question, my brow rising up. I suppose he would not understand entirely. I do not know the precise answer myself, after all. Curiosity and a need for absence has drawn me here and yet, they are only concepts, not tangible forces. "Perhaps I desired to be found by somebody or something interesting," I shrug the comment off, though I look back towards him now with an almost... sinister amusement. I am tempted to tell him what I have learned. Of Heyel. Of what Heyel told me, and yet, Anselm has always been one of the few that had a feeling about it. Still, the truth is nice, no? For now, though, I shall merely... test the waters. I must ensure he is still my brother, after all. "Have such things found you lately?"

I do not entirely expect answers from him. He has always been so very quiet, so very reclusive and yet, I am... wanting to share with him, I think. A beneficial relationship if you will. I am even willing to let the stench of that wretched woman slide to do so.