Northstar Vale -- the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

In the back of her mind, she knew it was only a matter of time before the brute who called himself her brother summoned her to his side.  In reality there was no denying their relation — he was only a darker, fuller version of his sister — but she had spent so long racked with loneliness for the family she couldn't remember that she didn't know what or even how to feel when he appeared at the borders.

It was true that she had been avoiding him.  She didn't know what to say to him, she didn't know how to tell him that she did indeed recognize him, in the way he looked and smelled (oh the way he smelled!) but she did not particularly remember him in the fond way he probably expected of her.  But what could she do but succumb to his will?  The dark boy was the only blood she knew she had and she was not quick to spurn him no matter the confusion she felt, especially since he had traveled from lord-knows-where searching for her  The yearling barreled towards him, and the steady ba-dunk! of her heart increased rapidly as she approached, bristling with excitement.

She was nearly ready to run into him and bury her head in his chest, but her heart caught in her throat as she saw his angry form waiting for her instead.  The leggy girl skid to a halt in front of him, still closing the distance and licking at his chin and lips as her ears swiveled back on her head, tail brushing rapidly against her hocks.  What did he need her for — why was he angry, what could she do to assuage him?