He had not heard the name said aloud in some time, though he thought of it often. Each day that passed he thought of them less and less, and didn’t speak of them to any one. Ruri was the only one that knew, she and Haven. But Haven had know since he had entered these lands in winter’s cold storms. Gold eyes looked at the young woman, perhaps just a few months under his own age. She was a Dreamer by scent, though he was not weary of her. She could not hurt him, not as the black wench had. Heath’s thoughts of the large aggressive female were still soured by the fight, though he did not hold a grudge towards the pack. Not a large one anyways. Nothing about her made him think of her brother and his packmate, but he did watch her as she became broken at the words he said and the sight he gave.
Heath was taken aback at the words. Gael had searched for him? He hadn’t thought that he would, Heath had given up on them or at least tried to. It was craven to not confront his father, but life must move on, right? Gael had failed at fighting him and a shame now accompanied him in Heath’s thoughts.
“He searched for me?” if he had Heath knew nothing of it. Watching the white-coated woman Heath grew unsure. Questions rolled though his mind… Who was she to his brother and why was she so distraught?