He had grown tired of the desert or so the Pitt anyways, he would miss Aine and Gael's company even if the vulpine often gave him the most stern looks. A soft sigh would brush past his lips having made the trip through the desert through the loner lands until he was home once more. His body was covered in muck and it was hard to distinguish any smells off of him, anyone could presume that he had went missing but only a select few would know of his true whereabouts. He lifted each paw in a rather tired manner with the knife gifted to him by his uncle, Michael, being held within his maw. It had a bit of dry blood coating it and his gaze was dark, he had decided to try it out on a fish when he had been passing a stream within the loner lands. The fish having failed within his grip until the cub had unsheathed the weapon and stabbed it right in the head hearing the noise of blade meeting skin, it made him wince at first but, he wanted to utilize the gift given to him. He would cherish the knife that Michael had given him, he had even done a few wood carvings with them.

It wasn't long until the cub found the smell of salt water to be a comforting one, his whiskers would twitch lightly. A bit of unease lingering within his belly, he didn't feel as if he was ready to face Brandykit just yet but, he missed home and decided that it was best to finally return to his roots. His pupils narrowed slightly and picked up the pace seeing the bell shining in the distance, he probably shouldn't be running with the knife but he was just too excited. Home. He was home. He would lift his head a bit only to swing it hard enough until the knife thrusted into the air hitting the bell right on making it ring loudly, he watched it fall into the sand did he pluck it up with a single paw. A soft chuckle leaving him until the knife handle was within his maw once more muffling his laughter, he was home once more. And he didn't think he would leave again... Not yet anyways. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

It wasn't hard to notice that Trygve Roux was gone, seeing how he wasn't constantly getting under his crewmate's paws. That being said, Aphra felt a strange feeling tugging at her whenever she thought about the young Roux cub; she missed him, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She knew that Ry meant a lot to Roxanne, so of course she would immediately care for Ry and his littermates - but Ry's hot-headedness reminded her a bit of her father.

The bell snapped Aphra from her thoughts, her big ears flattening at the loud noise it made. It was more than a slight, sweet sounding and was rather harsh and quick and it was grating to hear, in all honesty. Aphra gritted her teeth as she made her way towards the gate, her expression quickly changing from a grumpy one to a happy one. Ry! He was back! Aphra quickened her pace, coming to stand next to Jaime. "Hey Ry." She chirped. "Welcome back."

Now Roxanne could have time to see her again - or, well, this is what Aphra was hoping, anyway.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Michael had mixed feelings on Trygve, as well as the boy's absence from the Typhoon. On one hand, he could see where Ry was coming from when he had run off. He was angry, and hurt, and he had hurt some of the people closest to him. It reminded the thief of when he had originally run off from his family home after dealing with his father. Although he knew he had significantly less regrets than Trygve did, he could also still remember the fear and panic that had pushed his young body to the absolute limits, running as far away from his old home as he had been able to. On the other hand, the privateer thought that Ry was a goddamn idiot for running away, and he never should've even considered it in the first place. He had good family in the Typhoon, that wouldn't consider him the devil just because he had made a few mistakes. Michael would've killed for that when he was younger, and it made him aggravated to see Ry taking advantage of that. Still, the fugitive had kept his nephew's secret, never telling anyone else that he knew of his location within the Pitt. It had been difficult, especially when Roxie had been in some of her worse states, but the thought of seeing Trygve's face after snitching... it was enough to ward Michael off from it for life. He couldn't deal with betraying anybody else's trust, not after the past he had.

When the bell's loud toll had rung out over the Typhoon's territory, the bobcat had reluctantly pushed himself to his paws, shaking sand from his pelt. Ever since he had been promoted to the position of privateer, he had been making more of an effort to greet joiners and visitors, even when he didn't feel like it. He just hoped that whoever was making all that racket wouldn't mind a slightly groggy and slightly cranky thief greeting them, instead of someone more palatable, like Goldie. The thought made the male snort as he crossed his way over the beach, slinking after some familiar faces when he saw them in a rush to greet whoever was there – Maggie, Jaime... it was a good thing he was going anyways, to make sure that they were safe. He opened his muzzle to warn at least Maggie to slow down, but then paused when a familiar scent hit the roof of his maw. It was mixed in with a mess of other smells as well, but it was so distinctly familial and welcome that even Michael found himself speeding up, trying not to stumble over his own paws. His concussion had healed mostly, but the fast pace still made him slightly dizzy. He didn't care, however, because his nephew was home.

The privateer eventually came skidding to a stop just a few steps behind Maggie, watching with interest as the girl moved forward. He winced when she punched Trygve in the face, but he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. The kid deserved that, for how much distress he had caused not only his mother, but his siblings as well. Michael found a certain tightness in his chest about the entire exchange, his body tense and his mind racing in both happiness and anxiety. Even with so much time having passed, it was still surreal to the feline that he really cared about. Ry was near the top of that list, considering the boy was not only his nephew, but also like an apprentice and a son to him as well, although he'd never admit it. Swallowing the thick lump that had formed in his throat, the dark furred bobcat moved forward to touch his nose to Ry's head, carefully avoiding his horns as he muttered, "Welcome back, you dumbass." His voice was dry, but it also carried a distinct roughness to it that showed how Michael was actually feeling – choked up, and happy. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART