Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

Many things happened at once then. That shift in the wind I mentioned before was the first. Nostalgia smacked Yami in the face like a brick wall as Moonspear's scent crept into her awareness. She didn't miss a beat in her steps, though, and have every intention of just nodding her head and continuing on by as though she was just saying hello along the way, but then there was another set of pawsteps, and another stranger. Only this one wasn't a stranger. This one made her stop dead in her tracks.

Revui.

Yami stood staring at him in complete shock, unable to move, unable to breathe. It was simple inconceivable that he was here right now. So far from the Spear. So far from home. Or what had once been home... The scent of her pack made it hard to remember that she hated them. It being Revui made it hard to remember too. If it had been any of her older siblings, or even one of her parents, she wouldn't have had as much trouble (though Charon and Ame would've still been a bit difficult). But it wasn't them. It was her littermate, and she had missed him terribly.

Still, she didn't move. Yami shook her head slowly, uncertain if she was trying to tell him not to come any nearer, or just trying to tell herself not to go to him.