He hadn't seen this brother since he was but a pup but he was satisfied with how he'd grown. Muscle thickened the red and white form and Cuirass could make out the marks on his chest that signified a true Satanican. Cuirass hadn't had any other of his lineage in a long time to study the traditions of his bloodlines but it didn't mean he had forgotten any of them. His brother was observing him, measuring him up, but Cuirass held himself straight and tall. He knew he had his share of flaws but hell, he'd earned each and every one of them. He was proud of the scars on his skin, though he did despise those gray hairs trying to slip in on his muzzle. As if on cue, his brother made a comment about Satanicans being better flavored when aged and seasoned. His brow lifted and he tilted his head a little, a single lip curling in amusement.

"Is that an age joke, brother? I can show you any time just how much flavor I still have left in me." His eyes glittered with challenge. If anything, he knew the male was mostly complimenting both of them but he had to give him a hard time. After all, how long had it been? Years since he'd seen another Satanican. He had to get his kicks somewhere. Then his brother made another curious comment, saying it was time "they" returned. They? If anything, Cuirass' brow rose further, his eyes getting a new spark in them, one of barely veiled hope. Could it be that this one wasn't the only Satanican to step foot back into Moladian? He didn't even want to name his litter mate just in case that was false hope. He also caught the wag of the male's tail, as if waiting for him to catch on. Did he really think it would take him more than half a second?

"Who did you bring with you, brother?" He couldn't help it; he had to know. Even if it might just dash disappointment right back in his face, he had to know if his closest sibling and friend was back in Moladian. If so, he would be seeking him out in no time. Suddenly it clicked, as he watched the male, taking in his markings. Rapier. That was his name. Took him long enough to figure it out, but the male didn't have to know. He'd probably just use it to poke at his age again. When a familiar scent hit his nose, he turned his head, ears pricked as none other than the large female alpha made her presence known. He could tell with one glance that she was in an agitated state with how her hackles prickled and there was a look in her eyes he didn't see very often, possessive.

He had heard he wasn't very happy about the Glorall female capturing him for the brief period he was in the beachside pack. He felt some pride that he was enough of an asset to Asteraia that she was willing to fight for his return, something he was always pushing for in his own claim wars. It was an honor for her to offer to bleed for him and he'd never forget it. He bowed his head in respect to her as she came near, noting the way she let their fur brush together as she slid past him to face Rapier. There was charged air between them all now but she wasn't being hostile, merely cautious on the side of trying to get her point across quickly. He smirked behind her, his gaze sweeping back to his brother. "Rapier, meet my alpha. Alpha, this is my younger brother, Rapier." Some might think it funny that he didn't know his own alpha's name. He liked to think that he knew her all the better from observing and talking to her. A name was just a name. Maybe some day she'd honor him with her title.