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Thickly-furred head raised at the sound of another. Black fur caught his attention, and for a moment he thought it might be Arric. But, no, this one was smaller. Different eyes. And most notably, he lacked a white frame around the right. Pale ticking upon his nape, as well. So, it clearly was not Arric.

Frederick breathed. Akavir? And for a moment, it seemed that he had the weight of the world resting upon his shoulders. Heavy, as if his pelt was thick, water-logged. But he stood up, then, straightening his spine and taking a quick breath. Yes, I'm Frederick. It's a pleasure to meet you. A respectful nod followed.

He blinked, then, jaw partly opening before he snapped it back shut. Words forming in his brain, trying to escape before he was finished with them. Fred searched champagne eyes, before he squeezed his own shut and took another breath. I'm trying to think. he murmured quietly. He wondered if Akavir could hear his brain buzzing.

Words wouldn't come to him, only the grey face of his brother, @Adrian.

Another breath: I'm looking for someone, he said. Lestan might have already told you, but I'm looking for my brother. A hopeful expression, then, as he would begin to describe: He's my height, a little smaller, though. White with a grey face and paws. Oh, and blue eyes. A flick of his tail. Does that remind you of anyone?

Someone he had seen at the hunt? Someone he had seen just wandering about?

Something, he hoped. Someone.