As they reached the ground after several hours, Kyrie giggled a little at his previous thoughts. How could wolves behave better than his actual blood brothers? Given his family track record, especially his mother, it should come as a no-brainer for all of them, besides his father, to be deranged.
Not that he wasn't deranged, but in comparison to those problematic children he called family, he could safely say he was a saint near them. 'Pesky show-offs.' Those pesky little brothers of his, knowing their luck and disposition, must be taking the apocalypse in stride and surviving without any issues.
'Better than the struggles I'm facing.' Kyrie clicked his tongue. While they were anything but close to each other, he was the oldest brother. Was it his duty to keep them safe, or wish for their safety, at least?
