She had left again. Nahal was a wanderer, a free spirit, he convinced himself, something that he knew he would never be able to be. His lack of sight demanded that his paws be on familiar soil and trails. Her eyes allowed her freedom to see the world, her lacking ears didn’t hinder her as much he thought. Still he needed his nose to be completely familiar with the scents around him, and every step he made was made with assurance it wouldn’t be his last. There was nothing like that here. He knew he would starve if constantly changing his environment. Sure he was not able to run as freely as he did in Asteraia, but slowly he was growing to old for such games and things anyway. Hunting was an issue and this season came with a lack of prey. He would be depending on the hunters, his imprint to help him out when he couldn’t find anything this season. Independent though he was for someone with his particular issue, it still was hard to hunt small prey at time. He would always hear them and smell them before any others, but it was hard to act swiftly as he needed too in certain moments making him have a higher failure in hunting rate than someone that had eyes might have. Still he thought he did well for himself all things considered. He was certainly not the trash that some of his family needed disposed of as a mercy, but that all had long passed.

However, thinking how free his sister was, she always seemed to return to one place. Him. It didn’t matter where he might call home it seemed she always tried to come back to him someday. Her scent played at his nose long before her call came forward. Haziel was completely familiar with any scent that came on the breeze, and he knew hers better than anyone else’s. After all it was only her he felt comfortable sharing a space with all the time. Alcmene he also wouldn’t mind yet, he was still unsure where he stood with his imprint. She was very work minded, and he was too, though that would be changing shortly he thought. Still he had been making his way to the borders with ease for some time. By the time her call reached his ears he was already getting close to her.

The same familiarity allowed him to job over the paths and never did the large brute stumble. Perhaps he was not as graceful as many of his angel lineage, seeing as he apparently took after his father, but he still moved almost silently as to not inhibit one of his most trusted senses. He paused when he knew he came upon the border, a small clearing. She was here, he could hear her breathing and her scent filled his nose. Slowly he walked forward, his head finding her check and touching in in the way their mother always had, the greeting of angels, though it didn’t find it immediately. It did more than show his closeness, but allowed him to make sure he was facing her as well so that when spoke she might be able to read his lips. They spent so much time trying to teach her and learn after all, hopefully she was still doing well.

”You’re back.” He stated, ”Where did you go?” Haziel knew she was fine, there was no smell of anything out of the ordinary on her pelt, or any scents of others maring her too much. She seemed alright, which was really all that mattered to him. She was basically the only family that understood him and for that he always appreciated her more than most did. Right now though he just wanted to hear her tales if she could say them or at the very least enjoy her company once more.