Porcupine Ridge What now?

Novak had caught the scent of his younger cousin the moment he had stepped onto the territory and became apart of the pack, and without any other thoughts went directly towards him. Hoping to have a joyous reunite, and gain the relationship with his family he longed for. Being cast out by everyone else, Anwyl was his last piece of faith, he knew the wolf was kind and had forgiven him in the past. Perhaps just the fact that he traveled so far to be with him would have some sort of effect on his feelings towards him. The large wolf would never admit it outloud, but he partly needed Anwyl to keep his already broken mind. While searching for the young wolf, Novak heard a howl calling for him, or two other males. What luck? He followed the howl and scent, and soon reached his destination. Upon seeing Anwyl he tilted his head to the side, and slowed his pace. "You called?" He avoided mentioning he was already on the search for him.