Svan watched and listened to the excited chatter but as she stood up she heard soft footfalls in the forest behind her. She swung around, ears pinned to her head, white teeth bared and glistening as the jaws of a much larger black wolf closed on air. Snarls reverberated through her chest until she recalled that the amber eyes matched her brothers. She narrowed her own eyes as she looked at him. 

'[i]You could have warned me you were on this continent Niall.[/i]' She snarled telepathically to him. Their telepathy was particularly strong being twins, and thus covered a much larger range than what their little rag tag "pack" was managing at the moment. Her brother looked very much unabashed over nearly hamstringing his own twin as well as unafraid of the group of wolves she was with.

He moved towards her and attempted to rub his cheek against hers but she snapped her jaws at him. '[i]Mikhail, everyone, this is my twin brother, Niall.[/i]' 

----------

Niall was quiet, nearly as quiet as his sister could be when she was trying. He could hear the excited yips and barks of the little group of wolves she was hanging around with apparently these days. He thought she had given up all trust in pack life. There was a security to it but there was also many dangers that came from living with that many other wolves. This group was pushing the limits of social chaos it seemed. Generally he and his sister had a sense for each other, whether it came from being twins or simply family he wasn't sure. 

It had taken him a while to find her this time though. They had been apart for almost two years now. Last time he had seen her she had run from a fight on the border of Russia and a small country called Estonia. From there he hadn't been able to find her afterwards. It had stormed and snowed and there had been a near complete white out. He had finally gotten wind of rumors of an odd colored wolf with amber eyes in America and had come to see if they were true. Apparently she had come here after that fight to lick her wounds. 

Clearly she thought he had just left her or that he was dead. There was probably blood everywhere in the snow still when she came back to look for him. '[i]Svan, do not fret so much. I have been looking for you since we got in that fight in Russia.[/i] He then turned towards the others and dipped his large head. He was not and exceedingly tall wolf but there was no doubt about the muscles that rippled beneath his black coat. He had little notches taken out of his ears and scars scattered across his muzzle and face. He was with out question a fighter. '[i]It is lovely to meet you all.[/i] Even over the mental links most wolves shared Niall had an accent, an odd mixture of Norse and Russian. Svan carried the same accent only much fainter.