Emberwood where did the good people go

She was her typical self, and it seemed like no amount of distance or time would change that. It was refreshing to be among family again but Sweet was still overwhelmed; having reunited with his sister was great but he was reminded of their parents, of their ever-changing home, of their father's attitude. He wanted to say he was glad to see her but a part of him wasn't really, and so instead of saying anything he just sank in to his guilt.

Her comments made him smile though. That same shy little expression he'd carried since childhood, bashful and innocent. Except that Sweet had been out here on his own longer than his littermate, and there was a sharpness to his eye regardless of how he felt. A gaunt quality to his face and body, a hunger.

Thanks, sis. You too. And, typical of the boy, he fell in to a comfortable silence — waiting for the inevitable break in the quiet by his vivacious sibling.