Things were changing. He could hear it, all across Moladion the roars in the night, the change in leadership in Asteraia, the unrest in Iromar, things were shifting around. Moladion was changing and there was still much more to be had. Haziel had been quiet the past few seasons, more quiet than he intended to be. It left him to observe though in his own way, to see what was going on. His alpha having relations with two wolves, a new bond with Taviora being formed anew from it, things were beginning again to pick up and with that meant Haziel had decisions to make. Rumors had spread about Halcyon, the son of Iblis having taken over the fields to which his father had ruled. Asteraia had always been his favorite home, his prefered place that allowed him so much freedom to move with ease. Afterall, being blind had its hiccups, he still bumped into the odd tree here and there when he walked, in Asteraia he got to feel the freedom of running again. It called to him badly, but things here called to him too.

It wasn’t his rank as hand that kept him rooted. Being Eden’s Beta had not come from pure loyalty but also desire to be stronger, higher and prove those wrong about him, including Eden himself. It came with his blood he supposed, the blood he wasn’t close too, but couldn’t deny he had from the actions he took and things he did. The strong determination to constantly grow more and more. With that though he needed change, he thrived on it, but something he didn’t want to change kept him still. Alcmene. His imprint lived here and he didn’t think he would be able to get her to leave the only home she ever knew. He couldn’t blame her, she had a living here, she was, he imagined, happy here. But did her happiness trump his own needs? He wondered, it bubbled inside of him, conflicting him. Go back to home that made him happiest, or stick with his soul’s calling? The thing it truly desired most. It would be unfair to ask her to leave, be unfair to make her choose. It was hard for him too. Later. Put if off. He had been doing that far too much, that was how he was in the predicament he was in.

A click caught his attention, a rattling that was familiar. It jutted him out of his thoughts like thunder. Faint, so far in the distance, but he knew what it was. Haziel moved out of his den, ears twiching about like little radars trying his best to figure out where the sound was coming from. It was like a distant memory coming back to haunt him. The only one in his childhood who understood him, was like him. Nahal? No. She had been gone for years. He hadn’t seen her since he was young, but his strong nose knew the scent, his memory not letting go of the sounds. It was like he was possessed, he began to move almost automatically towards the scent and sound. It had been so long, did she still speak what little words she had? Did she know more? He needed to know.

The large dark wolf moved as fast as his paws could. He was clumsier than usual, stumbling over things he usually wouldn’t, bumping into things he knew were there, yet he wanted to get there. Wanted to see if it was simply a phantom or if his long lost littermate had been returned to him. Change was a funny thing after all. Would she remember him? Would they still be as close as they had been when they were young? Would it be like meeting a stranger or greeting a long lost friend? He was not suited for this. It was putting him out of sorts out of his usual mind but soon he found himself filled in a clearing of the scent. There was no need for words, she didn’t know them, but the scent was undeniable. Aged and different as it was, the undertones all wolves individually had were still there.

He stopped for a second taking in the scent, listening for her breathing before zoning in on it quickly. His large dark form didn’t stop moving until he felt his nose collide with the fur of the side of her neck taking in her scent before walking in and embracing her if she allowed. It had been so long, but it was her it was his sister. He could feel it, smell it and know it, here she was and he was happy to have her back with him.