Lately, I have grown curious. I have encountered my brother once more, giving him a taste of what has transpired these last few years; I see my younger siblings grow, curious of their paths; I see the packs around us, too, change in their own ways. I grow curious to see where this spring shall begin to take us. Perhaps I am greedy with my desire to satiate this curiosity and yet, I cannot be blamed. This world has been here for so very long and I cannot help but desire to see how much longer it shall remain here. Calls howl from the north, a challenge made in the face of winter. Whichever way such a call is settled results in change. I suspect I won't be hungry for too much longer.

The call for me is foreign. Yet, it speaks of no challenge. In fact, it almost reeks of hunger in itself; desire and curiosity entwined. It was an urgent cry - important, it seems. That fact alone makes me move towards it, drawn by the allure of self-importance; who, this day, sees themselves as suitable to summon me with such haste? Of late, it seems every call for me is impatient and greedy. This one better be different lest today be the day I grow curious in a different way - an older way.

I move with precision through the mainland, cutting through the sparse snow and quickly rising onto the borders. The winter air is crisp and dry, his voice easy to pinpoint to the west as I move towards it at a lope. It is only when his scent drifts into the wind that my ears flicker forward in curiosity, ensnared by this new discovery. I remember this boy, and well at that. It was a gamble to allow him to continue with his life after what he knew and yet, it seems his mouth did not escape his wits. He has returned then, and I cannot help but wonder why. Has he come in an effort to flaunt his knowledge of Solaris' and my own transgressions? But who would believe some whelp raised in the wilds? Blood is nothing but in this world, one can manipulate it. The weakness of others is often time the strength of another.

I approach him mildly, however, my posture underwhelming in its looseness. I do not need to flaunt my rank here and now; we are alone entirely and he knows his place well enough. His own posture is much the same - this is not a call for us to butt heads like beasts. He has summoned me for some greater reason, I am sure. Until I discover it, I shall remain in silence, taking my position in front of him with a raised brow. My eyes speak for me, eager with curiosity and mischief.