Moonspear Road kill has its seasons

Gannet had been hanging around the Moonspear, not close enough to cause problems but near enough to know where he was, it's familiar peak a homing beacon now to guide him back so he could find his way, eventually, to the Caldera once more.  The region was there to be explored, and explore he did, reveling in the rough mountain terrain and the strange places he discovered.

He knew he wanted to see Hydra again, though, both because he'd had fun the last time and because he had seen the wolf she sought.  Time got away from him a bit, but eventually, he found himself near to the lands of the mountain once more.

He assumed she'd be near the border; she seemed, like himself, the guardian type.  What he wasn't expecting was to run into a different familiar face first.  He saw the wolf running from a wide distance, and curious, he began to sprint as well, angling to get close and see who it was.  Wait.  Was that... his brother?

Stunned, he slowed, only to a moment later see why.  Another wolf was hot on his trail, running with what looked like less than friendly intent.  Gannet's eyes narrowed and he immediately surged forward, charging in to either intercept, if possible, or at least follow and help out.  He hadn't bonded much with his brother, but he wasn't about to stand aside and lose more family to those not of their pack.