Sun Mote Copse Coheed and Cambria

It seemed to Fig that ages passed in the time it took for their family to arrive. He felt his eyes widen to the point of popping out of his skull when his sister appeared. Her scent had been all over the borders, but he still had scarcely been able to believe what his senses had told him. She'd gone missing long before the pass had collapsed and he'd never managed to forgive himself for it, in spite of how often the adults had told him it wasn't his fault. And now, here she was. Just like that. Like she'd never been gone at all.

But... that wasn't true, was it? Fig too had been compelled to rush to her side and sweep her into an embrace, but unlike his father, he'd stilled after lifting only a single paw from the ground. He saw the way she held back, stayed away. He saw her hesitance, her... mistrust? He wilted, that old familiar guilt overwhelming him. He dropped his paw back to the ground and waited.