Dawnlark Plains petro-chico boy is here for my chitlins!

The immediate attention from his littermate soothed River quickly; he quieted, then nuzzled fiercely into Eventide's face and neck. He dotted his brother with kisses— his standard greeting, for now. The pale boy would have been content to lay down and drift off again, probably on top of Eventide, but he was startled by the entrance of another.
He couldn't have recognized the wolf as his brother, but Sunny's arrival was met with the same joy he extended to every new acquaintance. River turned, a bit too enthusiastically, and flopped over his older brother's face. Unperturbed, he began to diligently groom what parts of his face he could reach. His nightmare had been forgotten, now; no doubt for good.