Altar of Twilight i painted you a picture, but it never looked right

Dakarai found his somber mood lifting as they left Moonspear's grounds and headed off on the long trek toward Teaghlaigh, to see the son they had been made to leave behind. It was easier now that the babies were no longer reliant on their parents to carry them or feed them every couple of hours or so, and they could walk farther before resting now as well. The atmosphere around Dakarai and Olive was more relaxed and lighthearted as well, and as Olive tried to play around he even found himself smiling in earnest. He had missed this feeling of being out in the open by Olive's side, breathing in the unfamiliar scents. On one point in the journey he even gave a playful nip to Olive's hindquarters and then pranced away in light leaps, chuckling softly while he shot her a devilish grin. The games they played together as a family brought him sweet relief from the pain and grief that he had been feeling, the bitterness and despair and loss of hope was gone on this journey.


Then they arrived close to the Straith and it was like he had been dropped into a pond of ice cold water, his happiness turned to anxiety and apprehension. He tucked the children between his and Olive's sides and told them to stay quiet before placing a few reassuring licks to their still downy foreheads. His muzzle lifted to the sky and his own call joined Olive's summoning the man once called Ceannasach and anyone else who could hear their call. They were here to see their boy. This place held their son. The reminder put a damper on Dakarai's mood for sure. What if Sirius no longer knew who they were, or worse what if he had been taught to hate them all. What if he only knew that Dakarai and Olive, his mother and father, were traitorous fools in the eyes of Teaghlaigh?