Whitebark Stream Blood's Thicker Than Water Unless You Have Hemophilia

He had been tracking her scent for days. Months without her had given him ample time to romanticize his meeting her again. First, he would apologize, then they would engage in a long-needed embrace, and they would catch up. For too long, he had wished he hadn't sought after his mother's killer in vengance, at least without one of his siblings. Finally, they would meet. He knew he was close to @Xahi. He could smell her still-to-familiar scent from a mile away. Joyously, he trotted forward without caution. He wanted her to hear him coming. No doubt she would've already smelled him too. Soon, Xahi herself burst forth from the underbrush. Her brown face was flush with shock and confusion, her head cocked to the side. Suddenly, she leapt forward, her brown face creased with anger, and eyes ablaze with fury
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?" she snarled
Arnvarr was taken aback, but his shock and sadness were quickly replaced with anger. 
"I-I Uh," he caught himself in a studder
"Is that how you treat me after all this time, runt?"