Private Roleplay The perfect part about it is that it's all that i've got

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Briar had mentioned when she came home, that she'd brought her brothers and a healer, so Altair took it upon himself to seek the brothers out, for once being out during the day, seeking out the scents that drifted on the winds once in a while, to find those who's scents lingered on Briar herself.

He moved like a shadow in the fog that held heavy over the territory, seeming to never lift, and with the persistent darkness, it wasn't hard for him to hide. Moving downwind from the Briar Fangs he'd been visiting recently to map them out, make sure they were safe enough to be lived in if someone took interest in those fang like peaks.

Now, he moved through, tracking Briar's eldest brother, stalking through the fog like a cat ready to pounce, all that was visible was the brief light that filtered through the clouds catching on the yellow dye on his chest and forehead. Eyes fixated on a figure moving through the fog, he could tell it was one of Briar's siblings, he had the same shades of reds as her, but he was not his Lady of Ignis.

Carefully, Altair came to circle around into the wolfs path, standing up, fog swirling around him in his movements.

You must be one of Briar's brothers,

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He too moved through the fog, but more like a brute than a shadow. He didn't lumber but he didn't stalk, he simply walked with his proud gait through the territory, not like he owned the place, but not timidly either. Cedar didn't cower.

He felt eyes upon him after a while and he stopped. He couldn't tell where they were coming from but he sniffed at the air, the breeze rolled in the scents of charred wood, dew ad lichen that had a bite to it. Suddenly another wolf came, circling around to stand in front of him and spoke. You must be one of Briar's brothers, Cedar chuckled and nodded.

The wolf was large like himself, so he didn't have to bend, kneel, or look down. He was able to look right ahead and it was a relief from the smaller wolves he'd been running into and spending time with. I am Cedar, He introduced with a dip of his head, You must be Altair... He said, letting his words pull at the end like strings.

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Altair let the name settle between them for a moment, his pale gaze sweeping over Cedar with measured interest. Briar had spoken of her brothers, but words rarely did justice to presence—and Cedar carried himself with the kind of quiet confidence Altair could respect.

A slow smile pulled at his muzzle as he inclined his head in return, though there was something assessing in the gesture, something deliberate.

I am. His voice came low and even, smooth as the fog curling around their legs.

He held Cedar’s stare for a beat longer before his tail gave a slow flick behind him.

Briar speaks of her family often enough that I’d have recognized the resemblance even through all this. His gaze drifted briefly to the crimson shades woven through Cedar’s coat, then returned to his face. Though I’ll admit, I expected more hostility from an elder brother finding his sister in another wolf’s territory.

There was the faintest edge of amusement there, subtle but intentional, as he took a step closer—not threatening, simply closing the distance enough to make clear he would not shrink back.

Still, if she trusts you enough to bring you here, then you’re welcome. He tipped his head slightly, studying him anew. Tell me, Cedar—should I be preparing for an interrogation, or is Briar’s judgment enough to spare me that particular trial?