Whitebark Stream To return from the ashes you call

The other make took note if his approach, and seemed to welcome him warmly despite the anxiety that radiated from him. Artyom regarded his with a searching stare as an introduction was offered, earthen eyes sweeping Sunny's frame for any sign of injury or illness acquired from his time away. He seemed in good enough condition, he felt safe to conclude, and sought to look upon his features once more.

Artyom had seen Dawn's wayward brother from afar, and knew of him only by what she (and Minnow) had shared. Never one to form his own opinion by those of others, the gilded hunter had always been keen to learn more of his new brother-in-law firsthand, but he'd vanished before the opportunity could be found to better acquaint himself.

"You need not hope," the leader said gently, relief and happiness in his expression for the safe return of a pack-mate. "You're family. You will always have a place here."