Mirren and Nios had separated for a bit – not out of anything but the soft lull that the swarthy male felt when he roamed the lands of copper rock creek, and the need he felt to remain, if even just a bit longer than his brother had. His tawny littermate went ahead without him, and Nios had affirmed he would follow within a few days.. even if they stretched out to be a bit longer than that.
The day he finally coaxed himself to leave his father’s old lands had been a cloudy one – the bright blue of the sky had washed a sense of accomplishment over Nios before, but now it remained an illuminated grey. The yearling knew that despite his ache for his old birthplace, he could not survive there alone, and with a moo that rang as sour as the heavens above, the ebony male began to trace his brother’s stale scent, now almost faded among the foliage from the rain and paths of other creatures.
Hindered by the need to backtrack constantly, the swarthy boy found himself confidant that he had finally found Mirren, and as the scent of a pack border came tom him, he felt his ears flatten to his skull. Irked slightly that his brother had chosen a pack without his input, the swarthy boy gave a low grunt, attempting to relax his muscles before sitting down respectfully at the borders. As important as Mirren was to him.. he was uncertain how well he would take to a strange pack.
'cause its home, but it's gone