The howl reached him, and something was strangely familiar about it. For a second, he saw a wavering flash of a grey male, then the image of the pale grandmother came to him. He had been with Ayasha when they had met Deuce at the border. Deuce Rhiannon, his grandmother. And the unclear grey male must be....Noah. Noah Sawtooth, his uncle. His father's brother. His lip curled for a moment, then relaxed. Yes, the male had demanded Aeron, but the woman had simply announced visitors. He would go see what they wanted.
He lifted to his feet, shaking his fur out. He shifted to Optime and slid his jeans and tshirt on, checking to be sure the bone shards were still in his pocket, then began to minor trip to the borders. He halted several feet from the scarred matriarch and the damaged grey elder, his golden eyes unreadable. "Greetings Deuce and Noah." He watched as the scarred matriarch slid off her horse and approached him, holding out her arms, demanding a hug form her grandson. Liam grimaced but allowed to woman to embrace him, his eyes automatically seeking out the grey male for help.
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