Frostfire Ridge Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone

SORRY IM LATE :P

The man was not impressed to hear the call that rang through the territory. No he was not looking forward to this encounter, his wayward brother had yet again returned. Despite missing Tomkin, Siarut was torn. He wasn't sure how to react to his baby brother, all his other siblings had held their weight, taken on responsibilities that he need help with. They helped maintain the pack. Tomkin had not. His voice had lacked during their claiming, and his scent had been distinctly absent from the borders.

Sia took his time responding to the other brute. Walking slowly, and thinking on the way. It wasn't until he saw Tomkin that he knew where he stood.

"Tomkin." The older brother came to stand before Tom, the pale boys mirroring each other, aside from the eye color. He maintained a neutral facade, letting the other man brew in the mess he had made.