He wasn't far from his brother when the call came. Despite his preference, the pale scholar was in his lupine form, the preferred form of the pack most of his family was part of. He had seen Sky when he'd come into the lands, but the faint scent of Shawchert had missed his attention then. Tal was near Noah, but not so close as to seem like he was butting into the pack. Was it sad he was glad Myrddin wasn't here? The wilder ways were good and fine for the new Dawn wolves, but Tal felt uneasy following their customs.
Uneasy. His nose, once well trained to seek out Sky's scent in the pitch black, could now distinguish what about her had put him in unease. Or perhaps it was the way Shawchert seemed to be lingering by her possessively. The pale scholar pulled his eyes away, to his brother. He knew his mother was missing, his brief conversation with Sky had told him that. He supposed that was why Noah was calling to the pack.
Tal settled on his haunches, casting the occasional covert look at Sky and Shawchert, an undefinable emotion gnawing at him. Not just about the assumed couple, but for his mother and the safety of his family.
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