Altar of Twilight don't leave the party dying

Never would he have dreamed that another would call to him from the borders -- his stay within the tall mountain had been entirely too short, and yet the crooning notes of a very familiar voice echoed across its landscapes, stirring a light frown to the Mayfair.

Casmir had all but openly said he never wwanted to see him again, so why was he now calling for him?

He considered a moment to ignore the call. As far as the twin was concerned, his brother had given the final verdict on their relationship and nothing stood to even be mended. His eyes held a flicker of annoyance that he maintained to square away as he began to lope toward the caller -- much against what he felt was his better judgement.

Casmir was courteous upon their borders -- and Constantine did nother hold himself with any authority as he coolly regarded the wolf that had become all but a stranger to him. He held a quip of his own within mind -- it would seem Casmir was no longer fated to avoid Donnelaith now that his brothers presence was no longer there, but he hadn't the energy to voice it. 

Nearing his littermate, his eyebrows arched upward, waiting for whatever it was his brother felt the need to say. A sense of worry clung to him -- that Casmir perhaps held terrible news of Donnelaith and Deirdre. And yet a part of the youthful Mayfair doubted even now, after everything, that his twin would even bother to seek him out now.