{I.C Joining} Live long, my brother.

@Peregrine @Blue Willow

"Hello?" he howled into the plains, smelling wolves. He had a strange feeling that his brother might be around, so he howled once again. His swift black tail brushing the ground. He had met many wolves in search for his brother, but none could recall him, so this was his last hope. His body was tensed, not all wolves he met where very kind. Some even threatening, he hoped it would not come to that.

He raised his head and sniffed the air, blood. Similar to that of his large, white and robust brother. No, he thought. It could not be him... Yet a small part of him still hoped that he could find him. He had not seen him for a very long time, the name slowly fading from his head. Silver... thats all he could remember, a nickname for his friend and litter mate.