Wooded Path | Aran, Illya & Maddox
Aran was about to stand back up, rising a bit up when the scent hit him. he sat back down heavily. Crystal blue eyes raising up to look at the man he'd run into, literally. His cent was familiar in a way that went beyond being a werefox.
It was slightly changed, but at its core... it was familiar... it was safe... home. Family. He searched the long, narrow face of the man and met familiar dark eyes and hair. He didn't hear Illya. Or, rather, did hear him but couldn't respond. He'd given up hope of ever seeing his family again years ago. And once free, he knew he never could for their own safety. But it was one thing to decide that after so long separated from them, and another to keep up the ruse when suddenly faced with one.
And not just anyone, but one of his triplets at that. "Madi?" He asked, voice thick and rough with the sudden onset of emotions. But Illya would likely understand. Aran had told him all about his family, including his triplets and the nicknames they had within the family.