Duck Lake you claw, you fight, you lose.

Gypsy has only now reached Teekon, and was still stuck on where the hell her brother had disappeared to. She wasn't even sure exactly how they got separated, but that didn't matter. She just hoped she'd been traveling in the right direction, and not inching farther and farther away from Betelgeuse. Hunting hadn't been a difficult thing for the fae, having a body easily built for it, just as her older brother did. Her twin, though, had a rather difficulty time.

While walking in what she hoped was the right way, she was too focused on any smells near her, and while doing so happened to step against a branch, ruining her siblings kill. A scuffle of noises happened soon after, forcing her to come to a stop. Her ears lowered, now cautious of whatever caused such a ruckus.

Lowering herself closer to the ground, the amber wolf drifted closer to the origin of the disturbance. Soon, the sound of panting became clear, and she lifted higher in order to see whoever emanated it. Off in the distance she made out the figure of none other than Betelgeuse. "Brother!", no longer in need to be wary she returned to a neutral position before trekking over to his side.