Dawnlark Plains Oshiete oshiete yo

Sooooorry! <3

The last thing he'd been expecting the moment he left his post to chase after a juicy herd of caribou was to find him. Kenneth, of all the wolves Bane was tied to by blood, was the one that he felt most hatred for. It was a hatred born of love, of a broken heart and an unkempt loyalty. He'd left without a word, without even trying to drag him away from all the pain that he knew his own brother was going through in the bleak northern lands, and nothing good had resulted of it.

So the only thing Bane could bring himself to do was turn the other way. He didn't stay to find out whether his brother had seen him, or what reasons he had to come back. He just turned around and started walking the other way, aiming to put as much distance between themselves as he could before Kenneth started talking.