Deepwood Weald drawn with a team of little atomi

He was unsure where @Alarian was currently, and so he took to patrolling the borders to ease his restless energy. The somewhat maddening periods of time where his lover disappeared to sulk or whatever he was doing had become a lot less frequent much to Midar's relief. He had spent most of the last few days with the scarred male, so he couldn't say he was exactly surprised that he was no where to be seen right now. 

A familiar scent caught his attention as he padded silently along the edge of the territory and intrigued, he quickly moved towards its source. Nyx had beat him there, and he came to stand next to his leader, dipping his head in greeting towards the woman who claimed to be his grandmother. You came, he said, not as a question but as an observation. He was glad to have more Melonni's join them of course, but he wondered what it would mean for him to have her here? Would she push him to remember what his brain refused to give him? That would surely push him away, and he didn't want that; even though he didn't remember Megara as kin, he still felt a yearning to know her.