Jade Fern Grove a saint bernard sits at the top of the driveway

The distant voice carried on the wind is far too familiar for comfort, sending a cold ripple up Zephyr's spine. He stops, ears straightening, and lifts his head to catch the scents as they drift to him. It's been a long time, but no amount of time could make him forget the scent of a littermate. Polaris is here.
He takes in a deep breath, grateful he's downwind and has the advantage of a little time to prepare himself for this meeting. Someone else is with her, someone unfamiliar, and the last thing he'd want is to spill his guts in front of a stranger. When he finally feels confident enough to move toward the two, his steps are fast and heavy, anxious. He isn't surprised to find her alive, but somehow that doesn't make this any easier than seeing Maman had been. He still feels stunned and nauseous, and a little like the world isn't quite real. Or maybe he doesn't feel real. One of the two.
Which makes things a little hard when he catches sight of his sister, and it's time to find words to greet her with. He hardly notices the male with her at first; his presence registers, but only as a vague part of the background, as much a piece of scenery as the grass and sky. Polaris, It's the only thing he can think to say as he approaches, expression betraying none of the emotions churning within him. He slows to a stop a few yards off, and lingers uncertainly.