Sleepy Fox Hollow ...what use is this howling tenderness?

not sure if @Tahani and @Tomkin want to join in, having followed Siarut, up to you both

The land was new and strange, the ground grew softer with everyday they spent so far south. The sun beating down on their light fur, the heat grew from within him. His thick northern coat smothering his very existence. It was at moments such as this that he questioned his decision. Why come to the abnormal place, perhaps he could have done more at home. Proven himself with just a little more work. These thoughts were always quickly followed by a masked sense of crushing defeat, and dark thoughts of his father. He closed himself off from his emotions, never one to deal with such useless things as emotions. 

His alabaster ear twtiched as his senses betrayed him once again. He thought he heard a familiar howl on the wind, a trick. Or so he assumed. Subconsiously he followed the sound. There was no harm in disproving a myth. Every so often another howl would break the wind, adding more prove to the untrustworthy. Olive green orbs searched the surrounding area for the slightest hint of the familiar form.

As he descended into an unknown hollow, his nose joined in his traitorous senses. They had been seperated for months, and yet her scent was easily recognizable. Her image however was more elusive. Taking more confident steps furhter into the hollow Siarut's gaze fell on the one he had been seeking. 

"Shivali?" It was nothing more than a disbeliving whisper as he took in the sight of his sister as he approached her. His sister. The one he had been searching for, was suddenly here right before his eyes. Finally they had found her.