04-12-2021, 12:24 AM
WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED
— THE FIRST FROST IS OVER, BUT IT WILL NEVER LEAVE US
Jack himself should have expected the sights of one of their own sibling showing up rather or later. He knew, vaguely that Salem was in the typhoon, though it had been some time since he had seen the other. Splitting up with his siblings hadn't been wise, but choosing the very clan that called to his sister was like waiting for it to rain in the jungle. It was bound to happen, eventually.
Still, the small niche he had carved here for himself remained, and so the kodkod refused to leave it. Even if he were no longer the right hand, his reputation as a part of the Pitt would find word to the others, the few that refused to stick to one place or another- maybe, he hoped. (foolishly, he knew. Hope died in a place like the pitt- or so they liked to say)
Still, it wasn't a day that he was on guard of a murderer that he stumbled upon the group at the edge's of the border. Ice blue eyes watching the group with a sense of caution. Only to trot closer at the sight of a familiar form of his sister. It took restraint not to let the emotion - show on his face, but it showed in the simple halt of his movements just
a hare of the space between Gael and the group "Surprised, truly?" Jack called, his voice even in the face of someone familiar.
As for the comment the elder sibling didn't even make note of it, beyond the twitch of his tail behind him, a slowly rising agitation- exasperation, more of the like. Temperaments too close, and Jack too unreadable for summer to ever quite handle. He remained... neutral in the face of it, the crowd- of Gael, dante and the stranger that was familiar enough to name her. He cocked his head towards Westley, in a show of reason if his sister ever looked for one.
"Took you long enough to find me." Have you seen Salem? Tempest? it was on the tip of his tongue but he refused to ask, refused to fall for the bait laid in front of him. Taking in Summer at face value was a dangerous thing.