Echo had been traveling for what seemed like forever. He was following after his half brother Visage before he lost sight of him and then later on ended up in an interesting situation which brought upon him three pups. He stayed around until it was time to part his ways and to go after his half brother once more, he recalled the mountains peaking in the distance where he lost Visage. Perhaps there? Echo was one to always be a loner but he quietly admits to himself that he's nothing without Visage.
The grey and and white wolf made his way in the direction of the mountains. He had high hopes in reuniting with his half brother. But as he grew closer the scent of unfamiliar wolves became strong and it was pretty clear he was entering a pack territory. It was best to keep low and his wits high, unknowing the nature of the behavior to a pack to a stranger. He had thought perhaps best to turn around, but a familiar scent lingered which made his heart ache.
Visage was here! At long last they'd be reunited.
