It all seemed so silly now, with distance and time to set them truly apart. Erebos had tried very hard to hold onto his anger and resentment, but even with all his effort it still slipped away. Now all that remained was a sense of sorrow for not having any family with him. He thought of them often, wondering if Aeo and Thanos had been able to find peace and settle down, if they had mates and children of their own. He wondered if Phineas' pack still stood strong, if him and Borlla had welcome their third litter this year. And the constant thinking of them only made him miss them more.
Thus, instead of finding shelter with a pack as his body hollered he should, Erebos set about the long journey back to the Lore. Back to home.
When he finally returned to the magnolia trees, freshly greened in the midst of spring's passing, the absence of any wolves at all nearly caused him to give up then and there. To not find them, not even a trace of them, he thought the worst. Perhaps there wasn't anything to come 'home' to after all, maybe his siblings had vanished from the land as he had, and now he'd never be able to find them. He thought of all the bridges here that he had burned, that if he couldn't find a single one of his brothers then he had no place here in the Lore. His body couldn't take another lengthy journey though, he could feel it in his burning bones, and so with determination renewed, he set upon the laborious task of tracking Phineas down by scent.
It took time, far too much time. When Erebos at last arrived upon Silent Moon Plateau's threshold he was thoroughly exhausted. But Phineas was definitely here, and while he couldn't catch any sign of Borlla's presence (nor his other brothers though that wasn't entirely surprising) he picked up on Hypatia's scent as well. Happy even with just this, a smile curled his parted lips as he softly panted.
Without ceremony, Erebos threw back his head and let out a staccato howl, requesting his brother's presence. It was time to finally make amends.