Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

*steals*

With his return home, the male had waited a bit before seeking out his father. Minutes had been expected, but they'd quickly morphed into hours. Finally, though, he'd decided to tell his father of his findings. It was towards his den that the younger Inuit had gone, knowing the path by heart at this point. He'd not visited in a long while, but still was the trek engraved into his mind. He could not forget the space where his family lived even if he'd wanted to, for it was the only tie to his blood that he had anymore. Desna, Nanook, Sesi... even Scarlett, as he'd taken to referring to her as, had gone away in one way or another. He'd been abandoned by them, but never had either his father or Nemesis left him. They always seemed to be there exactly when he needed them, something he appreciated greatly, and so he'd not thought twice before heading their way. Surely he'd be welcomed, after all, given his status as their son.

As the site was neared, it was neither of his parents that he'd seen. Rather, right in the middle of his path, there laid a child. It was a girl, he could tell that much from her scent alone, and it was also revealed to him that she carried his father's and Nemesis' fragrance about her. Though he'd been informed of his new sister by his father shortly after her arrival, it was his first time actually seeing her. He didn't know what to do, and so he'd simply approached her, stopping when just a short bit of distance remained between them. He'd been told before that he'd never be replaced, yet, seeing her lying there made him feel almost as if he had been. Naturally, a scowl filled his features, brows knitting together in the process. Whether he was angry or confused, he could not tell. So, for the moment, he said nothing. The boy simply stood there, watching the dark child with an uneasy feeling settling into his stomach.