Swiftcurrent Creek because you live to torture me, don't you?

Trajan missed his mother and his sister, but unlike his two brothers, he did not cry but silently grieved alone. He spent his days in the rendezvous sight, unusually silent as he watched his younger brothers. Sometimes, he explored his new home with Relonikiv and Julius but truthfully it did not spark any of its usual adventureness inside him. The silver Angelus Mortis got used to the various wolves who came to look after them but did not bother to take them into his head.

The three brothers had not left the site lately, with their new guardians preoccupied with other things, possibly more important. Today, however, Scimitar took them on another journey which the oldest brother went along with, he occasionally returned Relonikiv's touch though without much enthusiasm, his blue eyes taking in the scenery around him. They stopped and Trajan's gaze drifted across Bazi and Kieran's features to the trio of wolves, of strangers.

He watched as his runt of a brother asked what was happening while Julius scuttled away towards Bazi which drew a long look from Trajan, but when Scimitar spoke, the silver pup turned his attention to the trio of strangers, eyes catching the large greyscale's wolf's look.