Larksong Grotto XL

Invited and welcoming him as well, Chacal moved forward, benevolent and peaceful, to brush her muzzle through the guard hairs of his fur, pulling from his scent the stories his coat carried for him. The waning scent of milk from the breath of children made her smile. Augur had made himself a family man, and she could sense his devotion to them by the way his scent had become an amalgamation of several. She heaved a soft breath into his shoulder, and nuzzled the thick muscle there- a means of extending her congratulations to him. 

She pulled back and smiled faintly. He had not aged much, despite having a family. She was aware that the Rise had gone on a hunt to seek out a nuisance they sought to destroy- but it felt like so long ago, now. His eyes were still gentle and soft; he wondered if he could see the faint grief that had worn lines  into her brow. She exhaled softly; things were not as simple as they had been, the last time the two of them had crossed paths.