Broken Antler Fen Meeting the Others.

These changes were proving to be a little bit overwhelming for the easily uncomfortable Pyro. In the matter of a couple weeks he'd learned that Burke had at least one other son, and that he had a pack somewhere which for some reason they would be joining permanently. Pyro liked the Isle, he did not want to leave it, he felt safe guarded by the two rivers, but now they were on an open field and there was nothing stopping the evil wolves of which Pyro had grown so scared of in his infancy. But he followed his parents without question, there was no way for him to avoid, refuse, or oppose to their decision. Pyro was still a child no matter how much he desired to be one of the grown ups.

Still, as he glanced around him, Pyro could see that everyone else from the Isle had followed. Aeronwyn, her partner, even the funny storyteller had come along, and their presence made the Fen feel a lot more like home than he expected. And obviously, his core family was what glued it all together. Dad and his experience, Mom and her warmth, and even Vassago's standoffish attitude, were a little bit of what Pyro most valued, and if they were here, the chocolate child would make his best to accept these sudden changes.

He pressed himself tightly to Burke as he caught up with the group. They had been gathered out there in the cold for some reason and Pyro was not happy about it, but still Burke's body warmth made it all the more bearable. The his voice, and a ring to it that Pyro could distantly recognize, pulled the boy's golden eyes to look at his older brother. He had never even known of his existence, and still, Pyro could feel a familiarity to him that he had not been expecting. Perhaps it was the way he spoke, so assertive like dad, or perhaps it was the fact that it looked like Burke was a I-came-from-the-future-to-warn-you-about-your-death-through-a-time-machine kind of deal. Anyway, Sebastian's presence felt a lot like Burke's and still noting like it at all.