By now, there were only a scant few hours until dawn. He should have been on his way home long ago, but Sahalie's reappearance had been like a hurricane and Sven was still scrambling to piece everything back together. It was foreign, all this upset, and he still wasn't sure he understood it all. That wasn't really what mattered, however. He hadn't known Leotie and Kerberos long, but aside from the dark Tainn girl, they were the only friends he'd ever made, and Sven didn't want to lose that. So it wouldn't matter how late (or early) it was that he made it back to his own pack, he had to make sure that this peaceful new life he'd been making for himself was salvaged.
Part of him expected that Kerberos would tucked away with the others by now, and certainly out of Sven's reach. Yet after a time of searching, the pale Archer was able to find the other man, alone and awake. In a way, that concerned him, and ushered him to move quicker toward the other.
"Kerberos?" he called out, voice gentle in the dark. Warily, he kept a small bit of distance between them, unwilling to put himself where he wasn't wanted. Would he even want to talk? Sven prayed that he did, because he wasn't sure what else to do if he didn't.