Duskfire Glacier Royals

He and Calhoun had parted ways shortly after their encounter, Brewster heading to a nearby woodland to search for whoever remained left of the Déorwine family (of course, remaining within a howls distance just in case). Despite his lukewarm feelings towards his nephew, the boy had inspired a sense of confidence and hope within the older male, a renewed faith in their High Elk. Surely, having found his brother's son was sign enough that he was heading in the right direction.

Slowly limping his way across a large glacier (pausing every so often to gratefully rest his injured paw upon the snow), Brewster paused to take stock of his surroundings. He was drawn to the trees, yet a tall figure by the glacial lake caught his attention. It sparked some familiarity, and as he drew closer, he let out a soft snort of surprise. Another one of their own! The High Elk must be feeling generous.

"Ah, don't worry Chad, you're no less handsome than you were before the fire," the man laughed, noticing the other's eye contest with his reflection in the water. Maybe looking a little singed around the edges, but the younger Déorwine didn't look too worse for wear.