The rugged male had gone on an expeditious journey around Iridescent Lagoon, complacent in the knowledge that the Scowle members, and particularly Morganna, would not mind if he ventured further than the border of their territory. His paws were itching to explore the surrounding area, but he still stuck east of the drooping willows. It was too much to deal with right now, but eventually he would muster up his courage and go back to his birthplace. One day.

Instead, Castiel proceeded to move further east to the meadow where he had yet to go. He was sure once the snows melted that it would be a beautiful sight with all the blooming flowers, but until then it was just an open expanse of whiteness. Rather than trudging aimlessly through the snow, the rugged male headed for the small patch of trees situated on a set of elevated hills. It would give him some time to rest without the cold wind blowing in his face. However, it seemed he was not alone in thinking the forest was a safe refuge.

The darkly furred wolf heading in his general direction had an unkempt coat and walked with hunched over shoulders. Ears perking up, the rugged male let his paws fall still as he barked to announce his presence to the other male. There seemed to be something familiar about him.

The other wolf acknowledged Castiel's announcement by also stopping and then calling out in a hoarse voice. Tawny ears twitched at the tone of his words; clearly he had interrupted whatever the man was doing. At least the darker male was trying to be nice, even if his body language spoke otherwise. Sorry to bother you, I was just poking around and thought I would say hi. But if the other male had better things to do he would let him go without further ado.

The rugged male canted his head to the side as the wind blew a gentle breeze towards him, bringing with it a somewhat familiar scent. It reminded him... of home. Of when he was still a pup. Surely not? Clearing his throat softly, Castiel cast the old memories aside in favour of interacting with the darkly furred male before him. He could dwell on them later when he was by himself. I'm Castiel Archer Lyall, member of the Pookastone Scowle pack situated northwest of here. He may as well introduce himself. it was the polite thing to do, after all.

The rugged male's ears perked forward at the other's chuckle. Was what he said funny in some way? No, it sounded less like a bought of laughter and more like an expression of realisation. Over the years his way of thinking had become more cerebral, focusing less on emotions as the only important thing was that he did his duty and did it well, hence his moment of confusion.

Castiel was taken aback when the other male introduced him as Deacon. His brother. It had been so long since he had seen either of his brothers... years. Deacon no longer looked like himself, but his eyes were still the same yellow amber. How could he have not made that connection? Brother, he murmured, a sad expression appearing on his maw. It's been so long. The rugged male wanted to move forward to embrace his brother, but he held back, unsure of where their relationship stood. How have you been?