Heath remembered when they first split, the idea only Gael could convince him of. Even after so much time (in his head at lease) his big brother was the only one that convince him of anything serious. Miriette was all right at the task, but not for something as serious as breaking the trio. He almost resented his brother for his current loneliness.
The sound rang in his chest, bringing a smile to his face. The pieced splintered off, falling to the ground just before he red to pick the largest up back into his mouth. Something stopped him, a voice that he would always recognize. Turning, gold eyes looked to find the face he had just been envisioning. He couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face, Vous êtes toujours le seul l'un qui n'il pense pas isnt’t important. he jested as he approached his lost brother. Together again, Heath felt the calm wash over him. All frustration that had been bottled up left as his attention turned to their sister.
No j'ai été partout dans ce territoire, et ne peut pas la trouver. He was worried for her, but not enough to show it. The small wolf watched his brother as he questioned him.
Yous trouvez n'importe quoi?