Blacktail Deer Plateau When, when we came home

The journey had been arduous, seemingly endless, and to Sorrel's beaten body, like a death sentence. When they finally made it, the boy's call was loud enough to pierce the throbbing spots of her head, but she lacked the energy necessary to wince. They waited in a painfully prolonged silence until another stranger approached. Just as Sorrel was settling into submission, she heard something that seemed to momentarily bring back the energy that she needed to move like a child again. 

Kieran.

She gasped and took a slight side step away from the boy, examining him as if to see whether or not this could be him.  Him! Oh, him. Sorrel couldn't remember the way that her brother had looked when they were pups, and she doubted that it would have mattered much, but if this was him then he would have known her just as well as she thought she knew him. Sorrel, she whispered, just before losing balance once more.