From time to time, he had taken to being particularly attentive to the borders. Ah, not out of fear or concern or any such things but rather, he wondered if his sister might be tempted to return some time. He'd not call for her though for he dared not intrude upon her thoughts but still, he could at least make it clear enough that she had others waiting. Yet a different call had come from the pack which had grabbed his attention - the voice was familiar in an old way, like a memory he had almost forgotten. Whoever it was had been interesting enough to take his attention away from the borders and his sister though - even if the call had called for his father and not for him. When had Elohim ever found himself concerned with such things, after all?

And so he had taken off towards the shoreline; he cut a path through the forest, adept at skimming along the tangled paths and along fallen trees. Once he hit the sand, he slowed to a jog as he sought out this not-so-strange wolf. And there she was - familiar yet no longer a child hiding by the shoreline. She had grown tall, filled out now, with those telltale crimson ears - yet he could not recall her name.

He moved towards her with a curious tilt to his head as eyed off her prize; he smirked, amused by how much she suddenly remindd him of Erebos. Ah, he definitely remembered her. Did a name truly matter? In any case, he quickly looked down the shoreline in case his father had been faster than expected but when it was clear he had been the first responder, he paused in front of her, eyes locked onto hers as his head tilted to its opposite side. "No longer so small," he noted, half-musing and half-probing whether any part of her remembered him too.