Deepwood Weald Everything not lost.

I meant to be more active with him, oops.

After spending the past few weeks along the seaside scouring the area for clues, he doubled back to the forest - and that's where things became clear. The flurries had not stopped falling but that didn't deter Mithas; he was a black stain among the snow drifts, roaming confidently and with purpose.

There had been this feeling that had started to nag at him, in the back of his mind, telling him to return to where he'd lost his brother's scent. So he did, and upon doing so, found the forest to be ripe with scents. Chief among them was @Marruz — and that made him positively irate.

To think that his brother had been here - had reached the group before him - infused his every inch with fury. He had to chant a mantra to himself to calm down, lest he appear too aggressive and antagonistic (even if that was how he felt, how he acted most of the time). It didn't take long for Mithas to find those borders again and cross them, this time with his brother's image in mind - and he canted back his head to summon him with a bold command.