The Sentinels yet dawn is ever the hope of men

A haunting, familiar cry drove the boy abruptly from his thoughts. He turned with ears slicked back, argent gaze searching for the source. Her scent crept around him only moments before he spotted her. A soft gasp escaped him at the sight, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer.
Mona. Cortland drew near to his sister quickly, tail high and waving. He sought to push his nose into the scarlet fur of her neck, nuzzling against her with enthusiasm. The meeting was sudden, of course, but not unexpected— not to him. His next words were muffled, as he was unwilling to break the embrace. I knew I would find you.