Hushed Willows staccato mamba

Hoping to capture a wild @Sundance

It was incredible to him that the woods could stand empty, only to call its children back all at once. One of the three brothers was here. It was not Reif; Valiant had known his scent quite recently, and this was not it. Nor did he think it was Atwood, who was more distant in his memories, but who he thought he'd known a little better. That meant this was Sundance, a wolf Valiant erroneously assumed was named after his father, since he also erroneously assumed they were related, somehow.

He was trotting purposefully through the woods today on Sundance's trail, feeling a little hopeful for the first time in several days. It was not much, but it was something, and the meeting with Reif had been a little... weird... but at least Valiant had news. Good news.

Okay, and some bad new, too. But still. He was sure Sundance would care more about his littermate being alive than he would care about his uncle(?) being dead.

"Sundance?" he called when he thought he was getting close. "Sunny?" Ouch. "It's me, Valiant."