Zelda had told him a while ago, but he knew before she even had gotten home to do it. She had got Eto out of Asteraia, freed her, then told her she was able to go wherever she wanted. To be free. That was all Teza wanted, he could feel her displeasure, unease and other equally negative emotions and he wanted her to get away from whatever it was causing her that. It was relieved by the before the time Zelda returned. He knew his cousin had kept her promise, and he was so happy for it. He didn’t go after Eto though, Zelda had mentioned she asked if she would be welcomed here, and that, of course, she was. She would come if she wanted on her own time, he was sure of that, maybe after some time passed he would seek her out just to check on her if nothing else. However, that didn’t seem necessary.

He felt her, in that strange way imprints did, his ears twitched and the branch he had been moving to his growing mountain of fallen bramble and brush had been dropped at his chocolate colored paws. Lifting his head his mismatched eyes looked off in the direction he felt her coming from before his paws seemed to automatically turn and start heading off in the direction as well. A smile touched his maw, his tail waved as he soon found himself running through the forest. He wasn’t anywhere near as graceful as Zelda, nor even his own brother, he was more of a tank barreling through. He kept to paths rather than going through the forest though, so only the heavy sounds of his foot falls on the trail and fallen leaves.

He began to slow his pace when he detected her scent, mismatched eyes on the lookout for her mostly white form. He didn’t see it right off, but after going a little closer that’s when he saw her paws in the air and well within the borders of the pack. She was welcomed, so that was no issue, not to him nor he was sure anyone else that would be heading this way if they had scented her. She seemed so, relaxed and at peace. Nothing like the scared snappy girl he had met what felt like years and years ago. They had both grown, been through a lot, the scars over his shoulders and chest received from the gold bear were just the physical signs of his own personal growth.

”H-hey, Eto.” His soft tenor voice greeted. He moved a bit closer to her but there was still a comfortable distance. After all, despite being imprints, they still were strangers in many ways. He motioned to the ground before asking, ”Mind if I, um… join you?” He asked a little uncertain, shifting on his dark browned toed paws.