Sleepy Fox Hollow It always runs back but it's never quite the same

For the first time in a long time a laughter of joy broke his jaw, his eyes slipped closed for a moment and he didn’t hesitate to nod. “Probably better than I deserve.” He hadn’t missed the hint of disappointment at the mention of Easthollow, or the conflicting emotions that were rolling of Takiyok.

He hesitated for a moment, the laughter from before dissipating into a serious frown. As was customary for the brute. “Are you alright? Has the father of your children been good to you?” Siarut had never gotten an introduction last time her was here, but he never forgot the man that had stood alongside his sister. Protecting her, from him, if necessary. There was a distinct lack of joy in his sister’s frame, and he was suddenly worried that perhaps her depressed attitude wasn’t solely his doing. Had someone else upset his sister, more than he did?