The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Flaris might've expected that Castiel had been born here, or had at least been here since reaching adulthood— under the assumption that he had been chased from his birthplace by the dominant male— but neither was the case. He had only been here, more or less, through the summer, and the loner was put at some degree of ease, feeling less out of place than he might've before. In this case, even if Castiel was the only other wolf having come from someplace else, he would not be alone on that front. "I moved through much of  summer. A journey that might have been made more pleasant had I a companion at my side. But alas, not one of my siblings wished for such greener pastures as I."

Chuckling, he shifted on his stomach, and recanted his head. "Have you any siblings?"