Barrow Fields where weird and grim the standing stones

Before she could set upon the snowswept ribcage, a dark figure reached the barrow's summit on the opposing side that she had— and Emaleth paused, unwilling to come to the embarrassing conclusion that she had before. But this time, it truly seemed that an echo of her father had reached her. It was not Lasher, but it was one of his many children that had been left as his legacy. She felt her throat catch, and it was not until she had rushed to her elder brother and buried her nose in the long fur at his chest that Emaleth could speak.

"Cas," she breathed, contentedly. "I've missed you, too." Beyond Deirdre and their deceased parents, it was Casmir that the young witch was most closely bonded to— he had been there in the den site, and seemed to have a knack for appearing whenever the dark sister was most troubled. "How have you been, brother? Tell me everything."