Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

There was just the one moment. Only one, singular moment when Yami had believed her brother was coming to her out of love and longing, while she stood frozen, simultaneously both yearning and resenting. There was a part of her that was desperate to let herself believe she’d been wrong. That her family had loved her and cherished her all her life and she’d just been too selfish and dramatic to see it. But that part had been rejected so fully up until this moment, with her litter mate rushing to hold her and welcome her back into the fold with open arms.

Except for that look in his eyes.

Oh fuck.

Yami didn’t realize how wrong she was until that moment when it was suddenly too late to protect herself. She fell beneath his weight, in a way that reminded her of when she’d been a small child, tussling with him and the rest in their den, only there was this sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that was not at all familiar. She scrambled beneath him as other bodies joined and more shouts sounded. She scrambled, trying to find purchase on the ground so she could get away, her breath gasping as panic threatened to take her.