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His siblings were all very distinct in their personalities. Of them, Ayegali was the one he knew best, and he knew her to be levelheaded and easy at mastering a task, but also a leader at heart. He was almost her polar opposite, and hated any kind of strife, even if it was between one and oneself. He rarely ever doubted himself, knowing doubt led to stress and stress led to fighting within oneself, and often his confidence was also overwhelming. Uwoduhi was almost a mystery to him, but he hadn't really had a lot of time to get to know his youngest sister well. And then there was Itsihnalv, who was a little bit different from them with his nature of fire. It commanded the youth and fed him, and it had been that way ever since their parents had fallen to the hands of others.
Itsi had been like that throughout their travelling. He hadn't really talked to anyone and always had an aura of anger radiating off of him. He had been like that when he'd gone into the forest, and Dohi had been secretly afraid that he would never find his Spirit Guide while filled with such anger. Anger was like a large wall between one and forgiveness, and he also believed the Spirit Guides must seek those who wished forgiveness. They would not bestow their wisdom upon a wolf who was too arrogant and believed he couldn't learn from their guidance.
But his brother had pulled through with a badger spirit. Now, standing on the jagged path to the pirate ship and waving for him, Dohi had to hesitate in light of seeing his younger brother. Itsihnalv had been somewhat better since his Journey, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't lapse back into it. Like Itsi, Dohi had been avoiding his younger brother's uncomfortable presence while it was saturated with anger and the need to brood; any attempt he made at breaching that kind of barrier and bringing out his younger sibling's inner calm had been deflected, and he wasn't so keen on being around those with auras so dark. He knew that the two younger wolves had a lot more trouble accepting the deaths of their parents, but it had been some time ago.
Surely he was over it and over travel by now?
Aye, Itsi, he said in his lulling tone, which was deep and masculine but still seemed as soothing as a mother's. The feathers tickled his wrist as he made the first hop onto the precarious pathway, and worked his way quickly up, resembling a feline much more than a canine in his lithe agility. He reached his brother in time enough to return the wave, his tail flicking behind him in tandem with the movement of his ears to the sides. When did you get here? He didn't know if Itsi had ever caught up to Ayegali or not, but that could wait.