Thanos’ apology was only half heard – it was unwarranted, as the ivory regal was certain his tawny littermate had little to do with her upset. His mind whirled back to their conversation, and the male cringed inwardly at what Hypatia had heard. She was too young to know, and yet he owed her an explanation of sorts. He owed her something.


His gaze drifted to the path she darted down, his paws itching to follow. Yet he knew she would need some time to herself, whether to absorb what she had overheard, or to simply overcome any worry or fear he had just placed within her. If anything, he could hope she was at least with her mother. Borlla could placate her like no other, it seemed.


At his brother’s agreement to remain, a small smile pulled to his lips. Thanos had been missed, just as much as his other siblings had been. Erebos might have left, but at least a form of familiarity came to him through one of his other brothers – he could be grateful for that, at least. With a flick of his tail, the Argyris Leader gave a nod in the direction of home. Pressing forward, the alabaster wolf pushed his large figure against Thanos’, rubbing his scent upon Magnolia Glen’s newest member. Without further word, he pulled away, now leading them toward the pack den to give his brother a tour of his new home. They had much to catch up on, if only a description of his two children and his loving mate.