Swiftcurrent Creek say you'll be there

Robin left home around her first birthday so Fox could've been like 4-5 months old I guess?

The wolf that arrived to intercept Robin was not someone she would have recognized to be her sister if she had encountered her in a different situation. The Fox that Robin remembered was a puppy with comically oversized paws and ears that appeared far too large for her little body. But there she was, her petite form pushing its way aggressively toward the loner lingering near her borders. The territorial, stern stance that Fox took left Robin feeling a little hurt and angry towards her younger sibling. Was she really not going to welcome her sister? Did Fox have some sort of resentment towards her that she was unaware of?

Flattening her ears and pressing her body towards the ground, Robin took a few steps backwards. Her demeanor was submissive, but her eyes betrayed the frustration and disappointment that she felt. It had been a long time since she’d last seen any of her family. It didn’t feel fair that the first relative she’d encountered in well over a year seemed entirely unhappy to see her. She didn’t think her nose would betray her, but perhaps she had the wrong wolf. “Are you Fox?” she asked, her voice unwavering as she peered up towards the bristling Alpha.