Deacon. His silver eyes widened at the name. His brother Deacon. The shadow couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen both of his brothers. He knew they were out there, somewhere, living their own lives. He had hoped, anyway. So this is where you’ve gone off to? An amused smirk ran across the shadow’s dark features as he nodded in response. First north. With Morg. He motioned to the north with a flick of his nose even though they couldn’t see the stretch of tundra from where they were situated on the mountain. Then here. With Kyna. His gaze returned to his littermate, his tail swaying softly behind him. Greer-Kyna pack. But that was enough about Greer—he didn’t like talking about himself. He wanted to know where his brother had disappeared to. What kind of adventures he endured after leaving the Ridge. Where Deacon go?

He did not miss the tone his brother had used when he asked about Kyna. The shadow offered a quick roll of his eyes in response before giving a verbal answer, his tail flicking behind him in amusement. Kyna Greer-mate. That much should have been obvious, but he didn’t mind elaborating. His scarlet wife was his pride and joy—next to Revon, of course. Most of his few words were spent talking about her, or to her. Catching up with his brother wouldn’t change that.

All over. The thought made his paws itch. Although he had spent weeks searching for his daughter in the forests below it had not satisfied his inner wanderlust. Not when he was too busy worrying about her. There were still parts of the Lore he had not explored and would like to, but the mountain was his home. He wouldn’t leave unless his mate wanted to as well. They were a package deal. Morg west. Lagoon. Some Archers in Willows. He shrugged. Greer not speak to Willows much. Not anymore. Not after all the bullshit that went down after his daughter’s kidnapping and the false accusations thrown around.