Fairspell Meadow must be destroyed

It was too much. Almost immediately, he felt the strain of her presence. She was too alive in her mourning, in her hope. He closed the distance between them anyway, wondering quite suddenly if she would somehow know. If she would rear back and strike against him, and tell him he was not her brother, he was someone else. Someone with memories of a pale girl and four young pups that were not Moonshadow's, that he should not be thinking about instead of the children that she had lost.

The guilt was overwhelming, but he kept his expression in check, doing his best to smile back, but managing only to look a bit pained and embarrassed.

"Hey," he replied, pressing forward to nose at her cheek. It's just your sister, he reminded himself. It's just Moonshadow. He knew her better than he knew himself — but at the moment, this was saying very little. "I'm sorry I've been... absent," he said after a moment, remaining tucked into the loose embrace so that he would not have to look her in the face. "How are you doing?"