Finally he had found it, the place where he had tracked down the scent of that grey female. Possibly even his sister amongst their ranks. Tullio stood before the great mountain range, blue eyes weary and tired from the journey. Could she really be here? The scent was faint but there, barely traceable. Yet something else stood out to him, bringing back old memories from when he was just a pup. No, it couldn't be. Were wolves of the Isblod here? Better to try and find out then try to march in and start demanding things.

Sigrun's harsh temperament had rubbed off on him, along with her bullheadedness. He had better pull that back while he still had the chance. The red wolf let loose a friendly but all business howl, letting all within the territory that he was here and meant no harm. Maybe Tullio could even find a home here, if it was suitable enough. The howl died down after a few seconds, once again leaving the world silent and dark. Now it was just a matter of waiting.