Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

Bright auburn eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But despite himself, his lips upturned in a sickeningly honey-sweet smile in response. Somewhere in him, he was pleased she recognized him, but the Deorwine were awfully good at showing face. And so was he.

But that smile faltered quickly at the mention of his siblings. It was something he'd tried not to dwell on too much either. Had he looked for them? Of course he had, but the likelihood of them surviving had only grown slimmer and slimmer with each passing day. And if Célnes hadn't come across them either, with as many of their family's smells that lingered on her pelt... Then it was even lesser. He swallowed back whatever emotions threatened to break his visage.

They aren't. I haven't seen them since before the flames. He admitted, but opted to move on from that. What of the others?