The light of the morning sun gleamed across the horizon, slowly rising over the snow caped mountains that forever towered proudly in the distance. It was a beautiful sight to behold and today, the brute found himself quietly admiring the sunrise as its warm glow gradually descended upon the cold world below. A brief moment passed and the brute looked away from the glistening peaks, averting his attention away from the pretty view and back to more important things, such as the borders he patrolled. With a duty to uphold, Sylvas began to move carefully along the western fringes of the territory, the mercenary stopping at the occasional tree or bush to urinate, leaving a warning to outsiders that these lands were claimed by the family of Morningside.

Family. He hadn't been much of a family member lately, this the man knew or rather thought, having kept himself away from the others to lurk in the shadows, forever marking the borders, day and night. Remaining elusive to those he held dear and even the new. Since the pack's ever expanding flux of members, Sylvas was aware that now, there were many faces within the ranks that he was yet to properly introduce himself to. Especially to the many that had stayed and had managed to rise in the ranks, one being a leader in paticular. He may know of their names, but other then their names - he didn't know much else about them – and this wasn't acceptable. Things had to change, he had to change. Sylvas had heard that his daughter, Sorrel and even his sister, Sybella had arrived at the borders and were living amongst the pack and had been for some time now. But still he had remained in the darkness, watching from the sidelines - but no longer could he linger in the background, remaining elusive to the rest of the growing family. 

The brown hued male added his last mark to the nearest shrub, back paws quickly kicking at the dirt till the bulky man decided to turn, paws guiding him northward and in the direction of the rendezvous site. It was a place of meeting and a spot close to the heart of the territory, and surely where other members of the pack could be found. At least that's what Sylvas hoped as a messy tail thrashed behind him, his quick pace slowing into a walk as light pants escaped his tanned muzzle. The large and rather high mound could be seen just up ahead and Sylvas gradually ceased in his approach, allowing his golden eyes to glance around at the sun-kissed land.

He remained still as he surveyed the area, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the new and old scents that lingered in the crisp air, the male's head turning this way and that as he tried to follow each individual aroma, mentally taking note for the future, hat is until an almost unfamiliar voice called out to him, breaking the silence. Instantly, his bulky frame became tense as pointed ears twitched a top his lean skull. That voice. It was one he hadn't heard for years and slowly the mercenary forced himself to turn and face the wolf, amber eyes soon falling upon the form of his youngest sibling. Sylvas hadn't seen her since his departure into the wilds and as he looked at her, the couldn't help but feel another wave of guilt wash over him. The mercenary couldn't help but gawk at her, amber eyes blinking as he managed to eventually find his voice, ”Sy-bella?” He said curiously, head tilting as the brute decided to take a few steps closer.

Bushy tail swayed behind him as caramel ears flicked back to rest against his head, the male's pink tongue escaping his mouth to lick at his dry lips before speaking once more, ”I'm sorry I haven't been much of a brother to you.” He uttered, exhaling softly as his head lowered some. ”I should have at least visited, but I'm glad you've found Morningside.. and me.” He added, offering her a small smile and a gentle wag of his tail.

Caramel ears swivelled a top the bulky brute's head as he caught the sound of paw-steps swiftly approaching. A slight frown crossing his features as his listened and before Sylvas could turn away from Syvella - to face the barreling wolf heading straight for him, came to receive an unexpected embrace. Torn ears arched forward upon impact and the large male's warm stare peered down to see his precious daughter, "Sorrel." He said softly, nose lowering to gently nuzzle at her cheek. He was overjoyed that she was safe, but most importantly that she was home. 

A smile graced his muzzle as Sybella spoke, her words were true and he gave his sister a thankful nod of his head, "And now that we've all found each other, we stick together like families do." He said, tail wagging behind him as Sybella approached to nudge him.