Samia had assured him that they would be fine in Glorall, even if things in the upper ranks had been changing. Of course, Israfel trusted that, and he trusted that any new leader would recognize Samia's skill and be unwilling to chase them out because of it. Israfel was betting on that a lot because he had a mission to complete, a task in mind that he'd put off for far too long. Now that they had returned in earnest to Moladion, it finally felt like the right time to start getting a move on with it all. Israfel had a feeling that his message to his father would be there soon enough, which would buy him some time in Glorall before he headed to Spirane. He'd been putting Spirane off, he had to admit. He'd been keeping count all those years away, and come spring, Israfel knew his father would be twenty-five and...Well, most wolves of Moladion knew what that meant. Any time a wolf met their twenty-fifth spring, they might live to see their first summer day or two, but never had Israfel heard of anybody making it beyond that. Some part of him had hoped that if he put it off, maybe Sleekwing would just keep existing. He knew that made him a coward, though.

It was that fear of being a coward that drove Israfel off across the territory in search of Thor. Samia had talked about her brother quite a bit, and Israfel had become familiar with his description well enough. He was confident he'd recognize him the moment he saw him, but he was thankful that Thor's scent was at least a little like Samia's own. It did make tracking him easier, and it did make recognizing him easier. Israfel had known Thor was black where Samia was white, but he hadn't expected that he'd look so different. Then again, who was Israfel to speak? He and Moonfeather were barely alike to their own siblings, after all.

Israfel could not hide his surprise when he approached Thor, who had found himself a comfortable spot in the water. That was very Samia-like, at least. Israfel had a natural friendliness about his look, but he made sure to make it all the more obvious as he loped over to Thor - he had to, because his face was an expression of bewilderment.

"You're Thor, right? Samia's brother?" He felt foolish in asking, but if they had met before, it had been long enough ago that Israfel could not imagine it being true. The shock of Thor being so Thor and so unlike Samia had really caught him off guard! Where had the russet fur come from? His eyes were a little more Samia, at least. That made Israfel grin as he stood before Thor, unaware that he'd interrupted the man's plans for fishing.

"I'm Israfel! Samia's imprint and - uh - well," he blinked, unable to quite get the word mate out. He hadn't formally asked Samia, after all. They'd sort of just...assumed the role for one another, so perfect was their imprinting. "Well, you know. She's off doing Samia-things. I think she's...a bit worried about finding you, even though she's excited." He didn't want to speak for her, but he had a suspicion that was the case. After all, he had half-expected that they would have gone to Thor immdiately upon their return, but Samia had been taking her time with collecting herbs and exploring Glorall again. He wondered if there was a reason for it, but in a sense, he was a little thankful too. He wanted to find Thor first, and get his approval. Israfel had something in mind, and it would work so much better if he was the one to find Thor first.