Wapun Meadow tusk

a call rose in the thin air and venextos paused from his scouting to oblige it. he picked up a steady lope, moving with much more fluidity than he had in the weeks before. the tincture of time had been what he and garait needed to recover from their wounds -- and while the grief in their hearts was still fresh, their legs were limber and ready for travel.

garait stood along a snow-clad rise and venextos trotted towards him, tail loosely wagging as he greeted his brother with adoring kisses. he would go -- wherever garait commanded -- for all he had left in this wicked world was his brother.