It had not taken long to travel from the rapids of the riffle to the borders of the pack, and Viorel wished that it had taken longer. Coming up short of the borders the salt and pepper man came to a stop, looking at the large male out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to subtly pick up any clues as to what Sawyer wanted with Vanadis, but he couldn’t figure it out. He hoped dearly that he had made the right decision bringing him here.

Gesturing with his muzzle for the tawny wolf to stop, Viorel lifted his muzzle to the sky and called for Vanadis, though his voice displayed some of his hesitation. She had only had the pups a week ago, it seemed so early to be calling her away from them. Especially since he was not there to take over the watch, but he wasn’t going to just leave her alone with her long lost brother without knowing his true intentions.

Ending the call Viorel took a couple steps forward, arranging himself perpendicular to the visitor. He felt stupid, and if this brother was friendly he was certainly making an ass of himself, but he didn’t know how else to act. His new found parental role had woken something very protective deep down inside him.

Vanadis did not keep them waiting long, and when her form did make its way through the trees it was practically a blur. Vivid yellow eyes tracked the woman in surprise as she came crashing into Swayer. The tumble causes Viorel to get to his paws in alarm, not entirely sure why she was so frantic, was this a positive embrace or was it about to become an all out brawl? Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Viorel was not in a good mood, and he reasoned it was probably the latter.

The fur along his spine rippled threateningly before he took note of the way that Sawyer gasped out his girlfriend’s name, and the beating of Vanadis’ tail. His hackles smoothed, but his stomach twist with unprecedented jealousy. He had never felt this way before, mostly because he had never cared about his previous girlfriends as a yearling, and he had never had to share Vanadis with anyone she cared about other than the pups. He didn’t mind that, they were also his children after all, but this felt different.

Feeling left out, and overall just bad about this encounter, Viorel looked away, a frown formed on his muzzle despite his attempts to hide it. He said nothing.

Viorel was still looking away broodingly when his mate had looked towards him looking to praise him. Because of this, he completely missed her confused glance or the way that her eyes flit between her and her brother. He wasn’t used to the twisting feeling of jealousy that was bubbling in his belly, but he knew that he didn’t like it. He wanted what was best for his love, but, given how he was currently feeling all he could do was hope that Sawyer would leave and then everything would go back to normal.

He didn’t want to have to share Vanadis with this jerk. Even if he was her brother.

Looking back towards the siblings at Vanadis’ question and Sawyer’s response all Viorel could bring himself to muster was a curt nod, ”Happened upon him by the rapids where we met that sooty wolf that one time.” He tried to sound happy, he really did, but even he could hear that the tone sounded a little forced. This was harder than he thought.