As they marched across the grass, Moulin's frequently glanced at Hadrian. His eyes watched the man's prominent back as he led the way with the Golden-blood wolf at his side. Lowering his gaze, Moulin knitted his eyebrows as he took a glimpse of his elder brother beside him, wearing a cold expression. The chill within those striking grey eyes was intimidating. Emlen probably hadn't forgiven Moulin and was still angry. Moulin wouldn't blame him. It was his fault for making his brother worry about him too much.
However, Moulin realized that Emlen's anger gradually began to slither away. Leaving only the remnants of the fear and the concern he has for his little brother, which would never disappear. Despite this, Moulin thought to stay beside his brother for a while until his anger had fully diminished.
