The decision had been made between the pair to reunite with their family again. After spending the majority of their winter traveling at loners along side Nineva and her pup down south again and then along the Drooping Willows, their paths had been separated. Nineva would travel outside of the Lore in search of her mate, the Archer boys would stay behind. Instead of sticking about the Willow lands at they had been, they traveled west to the lagoon. It had already been far too long since they had seen their agemate sister and they had yet to form any true bond with the new siblings their father had produced with his latest consort.
Grumbling out a growl to his brother, Judas made it clear they were near the borders if Ramiel didn't already notice. From the scent of it, the Pack's members were still strong and holding up well. It was much more then he could say for the Keep. He moved along the edge of the territory, throughout the familiar mosses rock paths and hollows. He didn't call, not yet. Perhaps his brother would or perhaps a guard would catch them first.