Redhawk Caldera Gimme three steps

While Jay was there, imagining himself becoming the hero of the day (the week, the year and the century), a pair of apple green eyes had been watching him from a hiding spot in the bushes nearby. Dwin had caught her brother's scent, while she had been on her way to dig a trench (a hard work, when the ground is frozen) in an area she considered particularly vulnerable to the potential enemies. He had appeared to be deep in thought, did not notice her and this meant an opportunity to sneak up on him. 

As kids Dwin had got along with Jay the best and she had often thought about him or mentioned him, while she had been away. Yet a proper reunion was delayed, when the arrival home had been less spectacular than one should have wanted. First it had taken time for Dee to recover, then Dwin had been angry at her for leaving without a word. Which - quite unfairly - left her best buddy out of the circle of things that needed to be dealt with right away. 

Now, however, with everyone else either busy or not having time for lengthy discussions, she craved for some company at least. And having Jay on his own like this was a perfect occasion to remedy that. As a seasoned guerrilla (she liked to think), she waited until the right moment and then closed the distance between them and pounced at him from behind with a loud: "GOTCHA!"