Horen sat acros from his brother. He studied the wolf he hadnt seen in twelve years. His fur was darker now and the old white scars were gone. But newer ones had taken their place. He saw the understanding in his brothers eyes and nodded to him. He hesitantly put a hand on the table and his brother took it in his own. The bond they had shared a children strengthened in that instant. It forged itself into their minds linking them once more.<br/><br/>Horen reached out with his mind and spoke to Faras.<br/><br/>-It has been a long time brother...... I thought you dead..... I thought everyone dead....- He stopped as his heart surged with emotion. -Tell me your plan-<br/><br/>Horen and Faras spoke to each other mentally, forgetting the others around the room.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Nora eyed Horen and sighed. He was tense and looked almost Feral to her eyes. It was rare.... but every now and then a wolfkin would go feral and lose their minds under intense stress or torture. It usually happened on a battlefield..... But she knew Horen hadnt been near one. She turned her attention to the young mage at his side.<br/><br/>"Might I ask your name? And what my brother is doing in your company?" She kept her voice respectful. She was curious why the mage hovered around Horen. He was never the type to be mothered when they were young.