The Roman had not actively sought out anyone of The Sunspire since he had arrived except for another encounter with the dark Alphess, a slight chill went down his spine at the thought of the black female with vibrant silver green eyes. She had supposedly saved his life, no not his life, she had given him a sanctuary. He was pretty sure he would still have lived even if she didn't accept him that day but giving him the title of a pack wolf, he scowled briefly before the impassive mask with the mischievous look that he always had came back to his face. Now he owed her and he absolutely hated that, he hated owing wolves thing, he had to repay her as soon as possible or it would nag at him every second of his life until he had fulfilled his part. The sneaky Mercury-like part of him thought maybe he could 'accidentally' leap on her and attack her, disguising his scent then run away and come back later as Vale and help her. But that was too sneaky and dishonorable, no, this was bothering him greatly and was not a problem to be solved easily. Ame seemed like a wolf to be able to take care of herself without trouble, and that gave him trouble.

Yes, he was selfish wasn't he?

The wounds was slowly closing up, no longer bleeding though the injuries were clearly visible against him. There were probably going to be a few visible scars when he fully healed but most could not be seen underneath his thick silvery white fur, that was what happened with most of the scars his father gave him. Thinking of Aku brought back bad memories and for a moment, it was that day again, it took all his energy to shake the thought away and return to reality. Vale's mask was perfection for none of his internal turmoil showed through his stony exterior, thanks to Aku and Hadrian. For if any weakness was shone in his old pack, torture and agony would be what you would get and so it was hammered into the young boy to never show any sign of weakness. Mischief, snarkiness was alright if you didn't show weakness, it would mostly hide weakness. Crumbling inside but strong outside? Good.

Leo stood at the edge of the ledge he stayed by mostly at The Sunspire when he wasn't hunting or patrolling. It made good memories of Hadrian and Scipio surface to his mind when he stared at the rushing waterfall and sat by the ledge, gazing into nothingness and lost in the longing. The white wolf was trained to be able to sleep anywhere, survive under any circumstances and always find a way out because there was always a way out. A soft inaudible sigh slipped from his lips, his muscular form the only thing near the waterfall for now. "Where are you, Mercury? Will you guide me to my brother?" he whispered, lips barely moving and only the faintest of sounds drifted out. But other than that, nothing betrayed him, the same emotionless mask dominating his features.

Ears swiveled backwards at the sound of pawsteps, damn it, a Sunspire wolf had finally found him. He heard a growl of frustration and the sound of limping, the uneven pawsteps, so, this wolf was injured, huh. He turned around, paws making no sound on the rock, vibrant blue eyes scanned her boredly. A light gray wolf and truthfully, to him, she wasn't too injured. He and all his siblings had much more injuries than she will ever had, thanks to their brilliant father. Though Vale supposed he should thank him for his skills nowadays, the stoic, bored mask, the glint in his eyes that scared away wolves, his brilliant fighting skills.

Twisting his head in a casual manner, he turned to lick at one of the deep scratches the cougar inflicted upon him, it wasn't bleeding too much but it hurt like hell. All the claw scratches did, but trained to never show emotion, he had learnt to swallow to pain long ago. ”Hurt aren't ya?" he called out boredly, a crooked charismatic smile spreading across his features. Leo wasn't completely blind, he knew he had quite good looking despite the scar that marred his face, but truthfully, he had absolutely no interest in this wolf. The silver white youth never had any interest in anyone but a certain dark furred wolf rose to his mind, though a moment later he shook it away.

Leo didn't have time for romance or any shit like that, his main goal right now was to find his goddamned brother and apologize to him. He knew Hadrian probably didn't know he had thought he betrayed him, that he had purposely attacked the silver wolf because he thought that wolf was his brother. Shame coursed through his body but like he did with all the annoying emotions he felt that were unnecessary, he pushed it away. The feeling of shame could wait later, right now, he was going to play with this wounded wolf and perhaps play away his troubles for a bit.