IC Joining: Where the Heart Touches

Nostalgia had been haunting the male for days now -- his run in with Viinturuth had compelled his heart to cry out for Neverwinter Forest all the more, and then his brother, Saber, had found him once more. Somehow, as the days past, his heart ached less and less for Bazi with his endless responsibilities, and rather than dwell upon any of his problems, he instead threw himself full force in to his duties -- and, tantalizing thoughts of moving the back away from lands he was beginning to loathe. The question was, however.. did they want to move too?

But nostalgia hit him like a slap to the face once more as a song cried out, beckoning him to the borders of his pack. He had missed Luka so, but never had he dreamed they would be reunited. When he had returned from trailing after Chakra, the wolves of the Forest had long since dispersed.. and Scimitar had never been able to truly pick up the scent and direction his 'brother' had gone.

Swift paws carried him to the cry, and he stared in hidden disbelief at the black male before him -- Luka was here, before him once more, and it was hard to keep the grin from slowly pressing across his muzzle. "Now there's a sight for sore eyes," he quipped jovially, waiting for the male's reaction.