Hoshor Plains yesterday's been laid to rest

He was pulled from his thoughts abruptly by something he could not identify at first. A swell of urgency rose in his chest, and a beat later he recognized the faint but familiar scent on the breeze. Nathaniel turned, ocean eyes searching for a figure in the distance.
The ex-soldier's breath caught when he found it. Sebastian, his mind whispered, though the night was dark and the silhouette even darker; few wolves forgot the scent of a littermate. He moved quickly to cover the distance, calling out wordlessly to the wolf he was certain was his brother when the space between them measured only a few yards. Anticipation gripped his chest, but even this potential reunion scarcely pierced Nathaniel's stoic facade.
When he got confirmation of his suspicions, perhaps that would be a different story.