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The long strokes of the chisel on the wood was a soothing motion that was almost automatic in the boy now. Since Shawchert had taught him the basics, Saul had read a few books on wood carving that meant he was no longer a novice. He didnt know what was in the wood yet- it wasnt telling him. He'd learnt quickly that the wood would be carved into what it wished to be, not what you enforced upon it. When the wood knew what it wanted to be, it would reveal itself to the Stormbringer male. He'd tried to explain this to Siku, but his best friend hadnt understood what he'd meant. He smiled softly, sat on his back porch (recently added to the property) and looked out over the river. Green eyes were almost gold in the setting sun and the male could feel an overwhelming sense of peace washing over him. It was moments like these that the male treasured. Of course, it was moments like these that made him realise he still had no idea where Ascher and Shiloh were- lost as they were. He sighed softly running a wood-dust covered hand over his face and leaving behind the dust on his brow and a smudge on his nose.


He stood then, turning to walk back into his house. If he hadnt turned, he may not have seen Gideon. And he might not have noticed that it had begun to rain. He'd been caught in his thoughts, hadnt noticed the darkening of the sky nor the first spits of rain. He thought of Wretch then- her leg was very nearly healed and her jaw was too. But she shouldnt get wet. His mind, however, was preoccupied with the image of his dark furred brother running across the flat grassland. Last time Saul had spoken to him, he'd been limping an aweful amount. He shouldnt be running. A scowl marred the males handsome features as he moved out into the rain, regardless of himself getting wet or ill. It took him only a few moments to reach the tree Gideon had come to shelter in.


"Brother, you appear to be hiding under a tree when my home is just a few hundred metres away..."


He spoke with a mixture of confusion and tease in his voice. He shook his fur and then he noticed the fish in Gideon's arms. He snorted softly, counting them. He really was a good fisherman and Saul hoped that he would continue this. Green eyes caught his brothers, so similar in colour to his own and he smiled, a dazzling smile that spoke of a true pleasure to see his brother.

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There had once been a time where the two Stormbringers matched in height, weight, muscle mass. Their genetics wouldnt allow them to be small, it was simply impossible. But before Gideon's attack, which the dark male still didnt remember, they had been roughly the same, albeit completely different in colouration. It was clear to Saul's critical healers eyes however that he had not healed properly yet. His body was still wonky- half of his physique still largely muscled while a lot of the tissue around his other side had been ripped away. While there were no longer large chunks missing from the dark male, he hadnt grown back the way he had been. And Saul wasnt sure he ever would. He raised his hand in greeting and Saul chuckled softly. His brother was just as awkward as he was, perhaps sometimes a lot worse than he was.


Cinnamon backed ears flashed forward as the male answered his question. Both Stormbringers were under the cover of the tree while his own cabin lay a few hundred metres away. Of course, the skies decided to open then and the ferocity of the rain aimed to completely obscure any veiw of the home he had built himself. Shaking his head softly at the grey mass of rain plummeting to earth he turned back to the man he had grown up with. He noticed the fish in his hands again and chuckled. He'd run from the river it seemed. Absently Saul wondered if Gideon had planned on visiting him when he was so close to his brothers home, or if the thought hadnt crossed the boys mind. He shrugged softly.


"Next time, run straight for me alright? You know you're always welcome in my home." He said warmly, just about hearing his brothers shouted words through the thunder beginning to clap overhead. Summer storms were always the worst. "I see you got a good haul today- Nayru wants to repair the harbor so we can fish. Maybe would could ask her to oversee it?"


He took a moment to consider his brothers customary question. How were they all doing? Saul was doing okay, trying to adjust to his new position as healer. Of course, the pack was riddled with those who had different forms of healing knowledge and the year old male was still learning a lot. But Nayru trusted him to look after those in her care and he was more than ready to prove that. Siku had become much quieter, but she still snuck into his room by night so that each morning he was curled around his best friend, wondering what on earth was wrong with him when his... private areas, were throbbing. It was beginning to get out of hand and it was damn well embarrassing. He was going to have to talk to someone about this sooner or later, lest he really embarrass himself in front of her. It wasnt fair. Wretch was doing well, her leg was almost healed completely although it would take many months to sort out the psychological damage and work on the physiotherapy to build up her muscle mass. The break to her jaw was doing well and she could speak properly again. She just chose not to. Snorting as he mulled it over, he turned back to the male.


"We're doing well I guess... Still a few things to sort out properly! And you? The pups are almost grown up now, aren't they?"


It seemed the luperci grew up a lot quicker than most and wolves here were considered adult at nine months old. Range and Melee were just brushing their seven month mark, the month they would come into their legacy and aquire their optime forms. He had no idea if the two had shifted yet and he hoped Gideon would know the answer.