Blacktail Deer Plateau to the moon and back

@Peregrine! @Crete, you're welcome in this thread as well if you'd like to join.

He had followed their scents here.

He'd only been a day or two behind Crete, for his mute brother's scent had been strong and easy to follow. It was hard to say how far ahead Peregrine was, as his scent had faded almost entirely. Only in a few spots had he detected Peregrine amidst tamped-down leaves and wet earth, presumably where his bolder brother had bedded down or taken care to mark thoroughly for his brothers' sakes. He wondered how Crete was doing, and quietly worried for him. He knew Crete was a capable wolf, fully as able to protect and provide for himself as any of the rest of them were, but it was an involuntary thing. He wished they had been able to leave together. That would've been the least Tyrannus could have done for them.

Tyrannus. That appropriately-named tyrannical asshole. Everything inside him soured and blackened at the very thought of his traitorous brother. It was bad enough that he had exiled his own brothers, but it was testament to how profoundly petty a douchebag he was that he had exiled Crete. He supposed it was entirely possible that Crete could have usurped him and led their pack even in spite of his disability, but seriously. He was afraid of Crete? Come on. What a pussy.

He'd been wandering along, following his brother's trail, and it had brought him here. It wasn't especially noteworthy, no different from the previous…however many miles he had covered to get here. Had it been a hundred miles? A thousand? He had no idea. He'd lost track. But here was where Crete's trail had brought him, and here was where, for the first time since he'd left home, Peregrine's scent was strong. It was all around this place, and he wondered quietly if this was where his brother had settled. The scents of other wolves mingled with his, and a lightbulb over Atticus's head lit up, telling him that there was evidently a pack living here, and his brother must've been a part of it. That Crete's scent brought him here led him to assume that he and Peregrine had met up with one another, and that Crete was now living here as well. He shrugged his shoulders — only one way to find out. Tossing his head back, he pointed his black muzzle to the sky and sent up a short summoning howl, his unmistakable voice a dark, basso timbre that resonated richly across the serene landscape.