Joining a pack had been a passing thought, a desire to be closer to his sister now that his mother had taken up residence in the seaside back of the south. Staying in the valley by himself hadn't been an option anymore. He could have made it work, but he hadn't wanted to. And with Enya having new pups to tend to, he knew her attention wouldn't be given to him as much. So, he'd gone to the seaside plains of the north instead. Where maybe his sister would be of more help. Yet more often than not he found himself lingering along the edges of the territory, uninterested in the tasks that Halcyon had set for him. Ripper enjoyed watching wolves, and so a rank called "Watch" had seemed like an obvious choice for him. But then he'd been asked to greet new wolves and recruit others to the pack and none of that really appealed to him. So, he'd done what he did best - he'd sat back and watched as the pack grew in a flurry as others rushed to complete jobs the little red wolf told them to do. Interesting to observe, but not really his style.

There was also that constant pull in his chest, that need to go west, to seek out Masque. But wasn't the point of being in a pack to 'belong' somewhere? Rolling his shoulders, Ripper shook out his coat. Belong, stay, linger, live. None of it felt quite right, and yet for whatever reason he stayed. The reality of that reason called to him upon the early evening breeze. Sekhmet - his sister. Her call did not come from within the pack, however; it came from the woods beyond the invisible boundary of Asteraia. Without hesitation he left the pack behind and sought out his littermate, wondering why she was making him come out here rather than just coming to him.

When he came upon her, she was splashed in the crimson of a wolf that lay dead at her paws. The sight was no shock to him - Enya had brought home wolf carcasses before, and he knew his sister as a huntress of their own kind. It was something he had seen since birth, and so it did not disturb him or illicit any sense of wrongness. Ripper would eat pretty much anything put in front of him as a free meal without qualms. Despite being a wolf who expended very little energy on a daily basis, he was constantly hungry - he had quite the hefty body to fill out, after all. Licking his chops, he sat down a short distance from Sekhmet and her kill. Small scars littered his ears, inflicted by the shewolf who stood before him, and he did not care to fight over a kill that she had made fair and square. He knew she would give him some when she was ready. "Whats up, sis?" His forepaws slid out in front of him as he lazed into a lying position under the cover of the forest's canopy, jaws stretching wide in a yawn of boredom.