Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

Thank you for loving my brother, the other wolf said through his tears, and Atticus puzzled over that for a moment. Brother… He had brothers. Didn't he? He struggled to remember, the frustratingly sluggish processes of his mind moving slower than cold molasses. He remembered…anguish and rage, betrayal, a bitter parting…he recalled a white she-wolf…green eyes…things that seemed jumbled-together and made little sense. He remembered laughter and wrestling. He recalled his belly warmed by sunshine as he lazed in the grass alongside someone. A brother.

"Perry!" he blurted, his eyes suddenly bright. There was still a haze of confusion in their depths, but as he looked at his brother now, he truly saw him. The corners of his lips pulled up in a half-grin and the tip of his tail twitched.