Whitebark Stream Has a Life, Has a Spirit, Has a Name...

Ali had been waiting for Xahi to approach him, unwilling to impose his presence in case the girl needed time to calm down. He knew she was shaken by her brother's appearance-- part of him felt grateful that Lanawyn had not reacted that way to his sudden re-entry to her life. She would have been right to, he thought.
When he caught the green-eyed girl's scent and heard her approach, he turned and moved slowly to greet her. There was no tension in his posture, no fear or resentment in his expression, but he was slightly timid.
Xahi. When he got closer, he leaned in to brush his nose against her cheek lightly. Are you alright?