Deepwood Weald Everything not lost.

He did not offer a greeting to the boy; in fact he was not deterred any further by the layered scent of the claim once he caught sight of him, and kept up his pace. His strides pulled him through the deeper snow until he came upon an exposed shoulder of rock which somehow managed to avoid too much glaciation — and there he stopped, containing himself for as long as he could while his deep breaths fumigated the surrounding foliage with his draconic exhalations. He didn't quite side-eye his brother (didn't move enough to get a look at him, wasn't going to waste the effort), but the tilt of his ears showed that his attention had been redirected.

With some finality to his tone the boy says, So, you found them.

He does not indicate his frustration, freezing it out with the same glib affectation that their father often used upon them, nor does he indicate his surprise. Mithas should have known better than to trail off towards the oceanside — there had been indications that his brother had passed in to the forest prior to this moment and he'd read them wrong, gone the wrong way, lost track of it -- and now they were here. Mithas the clear loser.