Blackfeather Woods If you need to, you can get away from the sun

He followed only a short time after, a shadow, eyes piercing as he watched his pale beacon of a brother move through the trees. He knew that his brother had an other, a friend that was not entirely here. He did not find this especially odd, but he merely liked to follow sometimes, when he left late at night as he did now. 

His broher, it seemed, was his only "soft spot" in his small world, he wouldn't particularity care should Astrid or Atshen disappear or vanish is particularly suspicious circumstances, but he would find it rather upsetting should his brother do the same.

thus, when they eared the swamp did he peel from the shadows and stand beside his sibling, peering at him in silence. The cold mud sucked at his paws, but he did not mind. Wherever Keelut would go, he would follow, and in the brightest of circumstances hopefully keep him from dying.