Nocturne Summit Man on the moon

Lately chill had set in in more ways than one. With winter, Caerus was nearly grown into a man (albeit a somewhat small and skinny one,) and home didn't feel much home anymore. His sister had told him the world would be better without him. He had met Sullivan, part of that youngest litter- and discovered what a beast lay within him, looking upon a sweet and good-hearted child and only wishing pain for him. It wasn't at all who Caerus wanted to be, but he never worked very hard to curb those selfish desires, nor did he ever discover ways to remedy his jealousies. 

Out here, beyond the place where all his half-siblings lie, he felt he was a better man. 

Caerus picked his way across the rocky base of the slope, inexperienced with heights and still too afraid to try them. It was during his stroll that he heard a loud yelp- and his dark ears swiveled suddenly, distracted from whatever thoughts he had been processing. 

Come on, boy, aren't you a doctor? He thought to himself after a moment of hesitation, and began to make his way towards the source of the sound-

and there she was- 

despite having never really met, Caerus hadn't forgotten her. She was like a pastel sunset, and sometimes he glimpsed her in his dreams- 

and she was collapsed at the base of a tree. 

The doctor rushed over, snow flying up behind him before he practically skidded to a stop, beginning to nose fiercely at her cheek before her scent hit him. Her? No, not her. Him? But was he a him? He couldn't know for sure, he thought- his own father wasn't a her, even if he'd smelled like one. 

Caerus had to awaken them, for the sake of gaining this one little piece of information, if nothing else.