Swiftcurrent Creek grey eyes gleaming

a voice breaks the relative silence of the pastel january morning, and it swims around her ears before pooling to the surface.

alarian.

she pulls her nose from under her tail and opens her eyes, the fiery orange of her stare meeting the beautiful and ever-shifting hues of her brother's.  her own eyes well up with tears.

it had been so long.  she wasn't exactly happy to see him but it didn't quit bother her either, an emotion she, in her addled state, could find no name for but did not like.  but at least she was no longer alone.

brother, she breathes, you're hurt!  oh, god, had it been him?