Redhawk Caldera Every road they let you down felt so wrong

srry for late post, @Eske & @Colt. and possibly off grammar—it is late

His time alone was short-lived as a voice reached his ears, making them slick back as he turned to find the source. With his nose pointed upwards, he took in a few deep breaths of the air, assessing the wolf from where he laid—male, a member of the pack. Hvitserk pushed himself up to his feet and regarded the man in silence, a tilt of his head being the only indicator that he was curious: what do you want?

It wasn’t long after that when they were joined by another, though her face was one he recognised as his sister; her shedding of him as her brother was unknown to the young male, nor would he have cared either way. At the end of the day, they had shared not only a womb, but a mother and father and home—even if he’d left that home behind some time ago, it was still the place he’d been born into, and the area that, to this day, he felt most comfortable in. But he said nothing of this—nor anything, for that matter—he merely stood there and stared at Eske, knowing she would understand his refusal to speak.

—or perhaps she wouldn’t, as it had always been Freyja at his side during encounters with strangers. Either way, he made no effort to say or do anything, leaving the two of them to either converse with one another in his presence or leave him there alone.