He values the time he gets to spend with his adopted family, values what little he gets to see of his real family, and frankly lives and breathes for the times he gets to spend with Eloah… but it is not enough for this wanderer’s heir. Not always. He feels lonely, always surrounded by the near and dear but never truly feeling as though his place is situated firmly. He envies Alexander that. He envies how single-minded he is about leading his four brothers-at-arms, even at the cost of his blood relatives. Fenrir had given him a duty and the male lived up to it every single day without flinching. Constantine knew no one of his family had mentioned any hard feelings about the circumstances that had drawn him to the four - but they could feel the same, and he was terribly aware of how that felt. How it had made Vladimir feel? Well, his second cousin was just about void of any feelings when it wasn’t in regards to Soma.
Poor wolf had been tracking her over Mother Moon’s green earth lately. He could not imagine having such a windblown imprint.
Eloah was sturdy, was confident, was more intelligent than he could have ever dreamed to be blessed by. She grounded him a bit, gave him a reason beyond his adopted brothers not to sulk his days away. Alexander was admirable, moreso than he ever told his leader. He gave him purpose and a feeling of belonging. Church and Ragnarok were fantastic parents, always giving way to the compulsions of wandering children and yet always prepared and available when they came home to rest. Constantine felt a little lost amongst such greatness, forgetting that he came from greatness in so many more ways than he really thought about.
Today, a day he decided to take leave of the pack restrictions and meander the path he found of his cousin, led him down towards Aplos. It was a frantic thing, Vladimir’s trail, and soon he lost it in the criss-crossing the red heir of the first mountains had left behind, preferring a trail that led off to the side. He is as bright and glorious as she is dark and foreboding. He watches her with some curiosity as she picks at her chosen steps like she was liable to find an alligator and need to spring like a pronghorn at the soonest notice.
He tilts his head with a raised eyebrow. “Miss, the bank isn’t liable to up and gobble you down. What makes you so tense?”