Duskfire Glacier He doesn't look a thing like jesus

@Issorartuyok @Lane
set for evening, 28 F

How lucky he had been to find his brother's scent somewhere north of the glacier. Maybe luck wasn't all of it. He had been drawn to the frigid lands of the Taiga because it had reminded him of home; he wondered if Issorartuyok had encountered the same draw. Whatever had brought him here, Tuulu was grateful. He hadn't been sure how long he would have to search for his older sibling and had been prepared to spend a good chunk of the winter on his own—doable but not ideal, even for him. 

Snow had started to fall and catch on the edges of his hair as he came to the border of the territory. His brother's scent was one of the many he could pick out, and it made his heart beat against his ribs. He was excited to see him and join him here. The northerner wanted to know how his life had been since he left. And most importantly, he still had much to learn from him. 

So he wasted no time. Tuulu lifted his nose to the night sky and released a long howl to call for his sibling and anyone else who might be curious about who called from the borders.