Wheeling Gull Isle four in the morning

The weight of his heart was almost enough to have smothered him. Amoxtli had been so eager to find his sweet sister again, but he knew that he was eager to return to their home. There had been a distinct lacking - family - in his life. Catori had built a home for herself, Seelie had founded her own pack and was leading it with grace, but the Tervuren wolfdog did not know his own place in the world. It left him with a sense of emptiness; all he wanted was to fill it with pieces of those that he loved. The boy was eager to see them and to surround himself with their culture and life in ways he had not before.
 
Trailing after the group, Amoxtli turned to peer at the land that his sister had claimed. He was proud of her and his eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of it. When he was mentioned, his ears drew forward and he lifted his head upward to look at Corten. A small smile curled his dark lips and he nodded his head slowly in response to the question. The though of leaving behind his twin left a pang in his chest that he could only subside by brushing his muzzle against her skull and sighing gently. If he could carry her scent with him for the rest of his days, Oxtli would have.
 
With a few small kisses to her muzzle, the tan and ink-colored Corten pulled himself from her side and looked at her with love in his eyes. His expression spoke all of his emotions, and he silently vowed that he would return to her in a few months and that he would live in her pack and be with her for the rest of her days. Then, facing Brontide, Amoxtli motioned for him to lead the way before he had the opportunity to change his mind.