Silver Creek crimes against children are so easy to get away with.

Though his entire purpose for being so far and so long from home was to find his wayward sister, he was entirely unprepared for her to suddenly appear before him. The boy shifted his gaze just in time to see her coming out of the trees. He braced himself before the collision and blinked stupidly down at her as she tumbled backwards, ricocheting off of his sturdy frame. For a moment, he was not convinced by his senses that this truly was Bat. It was just so unlikely. But after a few seconds, his brain forced him to accept it because it was perfectly logical that he would come across her - he was just that damn good.

Questions rumbled through his mind as he looked her over. Where had she been? Why had she gone? What was she doing so far from home? Was she hurt? Was she safe? Who had she been staying with? What pack was this that she smelled like now? The scent was somehow familiar, though he couldn't immediately place it. It took him back, though, to cold, to youth, to anxiety, to a place where Bat had never existed, which made it even stranger to him that she would smell this way. But as much as he puzzled over it, the answer escaped him, and it bothered him to not know so very many things.

All that being said, the words that rumbled from his throat were actually nothing like what went through his head. "Come on then," he said shortly without emotion. The feisripa then turned unceremoniously to start off towards home, simply assuming Bat would just follow him.