His time in Taviora and beyond had been enlightening to say the least, even if it had brought about the eventual news of Aster having departed to find something else. He couldn't say he blamed her - their last conversation had painted a new picture of her, one much more motivated and ambitious. To him, it made sense that she might explore those new parts of herself elsewhere. He couldn't fault her even if he wanted to. But the thought had driven him home in due time, curious as to whether Ehiyeh might have returned come the winter. Ah, he couldn't fault her either. She and Aster were on their own journeys so even when he returned home to an empty den, he did little more than give himself a few moments of self pity before he moved onto something new.

He wasn't quite in the mood to find his younger siblings though; Asriel had been rather unusual the last time he had spotted him, and his youngest siblings seemed preoccupied with their exploration of Diveen. He thought of Kamala then, a wolf that he had never truly been able to, well, ever really know. She had returned some seasons ago but his father had been perhaps a little cautious at exhibiting her to even his own family; Elohim had a sense that something had transpired between he and Kamala that had become a sore spot. It was a shame - Elohim had such a bad habit at poking sore spots and so, Kamala was on the forefront of his mind as he tracked her scent through the paths and snow and towards the sea.

Eloah, in the past, had always spoken fondly of Kamala despite their stark differences. She had spoken well of their mother too, unconcerned with the frivolities of being born under the Casanova moon. Elohim had never minded either - he'd never understood the offense caused by a lack of straight-forward monogamy. Then again, and he thought of it with a sheepish grin to himself, he might have had a bias there. After all, he had a habit of fancying spoken-for wolves too.

He was glad to spot her by the treeline that lead to the beach, able to dismiss his thoughts and put her back in front. He called out to her with a short bark, head tilted slightly. It was, after all, the first time he had been able to see her up close and he was a little surprised by her colouration and stature - she didn't look anything like Eloah and, in fact, didn't match any of her siblings beyond Moteuh, who had been born to a different mother. He wondered if she took after her mother? In any case, his curiosity would be all too obvious as he came within a short distance of her. "Kamala? I'm Elohim. Or rather, your brother Elohim, as awkward as it feels to introduce myself as such." How was somebody supposed to approach a half-lost sibling, anyway?