Dragoncrest Cliffs ai na drein au bukajus-de

In the time it takes for Silkie to arrive, Antumbra stands and shakes out her fur, stretches a little and straightens herself out. She does not know what to expect without having seen him since her arrival. A glimpse of white, or a miss of his scent; it did not take her long to figure out maybe he hadn’t wanted to be found.

When he arrives, she blinks back her surprise. He looks more like his sire than she expected to see. If it wasn’t for the worried expression across his face, he’d be a splitting imagine.

“What makes you think that?” she asks, “and who is Mallaidh?” She had been focused on something else when Blixen told her.

She’d only been told a little about the situation but he was home and better now, but worry still has etched itself in as scars. “There is nothing for you to be ashamed of,” she adds and steps forward. A sweep of her nose and she lifts his chin. “You’ve learned. And you’re here,” she assures him, leaning in slightly to press her muzzle to his.