Aleron had bid his farewell to Jaron, before walking out the door. He wouldn't shift, not yet at least. He was hoping to get far enough home that when he got there- He would be spared the usual Werewolf formalities, even if it was simply with his father, and probably mother. His siblings were most likely out playing a game, despite their age, or hunting in the least. He found himself remembering the times with his siblings and questioned if it'd ever be the same again, just because of all that had happened. Surely, it might not have been a tremendous change, but the real reason behind the marriage he was included in, held much, much more detail.<br/><br/>When he came upon the large practical mansion of a home that held his family and the rest of the pack, he carefully opened the door, stepping into a living room sort of area which held rather modern furniture, though he knew that certain rooms held more of an antique appearance, thanks to his mother. "Father?" He called out softly as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. There was no answer, and for one of the very rare occurrences, there was no sound, either.<br/><br/>No signs of the steps upstairs no matter how many floors it had to travel through, and no televisions or radios blasting from a room. No talking as far as he could tell, not even the buzz of an oven being used to cook. Quickly he came to the guess that the pack was out hunting, something that happened on routine but not all that often, just to keep the bond of the pack strong.<br/><br/>Wanting to check the back yard just in case, Aleron walked through the various rooms and hallways, the decor and anything else all usual and something he'd burned into his mind from his time as a child running along these same halls, went to the back door. Grasping the handle and pushing out, the door easily swung open, and he gazed out at what was, kind of, the back yard. In reality, there was only about a five to ten foot area of just grass as would be typical, before it burst into a forest. He listened, but he still couldn't hear anything, not near by anyhow.<br/><br/>A few more minutes of standing there, and he heard a familiar howl, his own father's, and it was simply a message that he'd found a scent. They were out hunting. He found it odd that his father wouldn't be there after he'd received that text, but just shrugged and walked back inside, softly shutting the door as he wandered to the kitchen. Momentarily, he wondered what Jaron was doing, and thought of texting the man as he was going through the fridge, but was stopped before he could think much further by a familiar voice, though it made him tense quite easily.<br/><br/>"Why'd you do it?"