Stone Circle First Autumn

love u squeaks <3

He was not alone, but perhaps he didn't know this.
His little Lauren of a sister had found the grace of his scent, tasted it upon her tongue; never forgotten, never cast aside, and so she'd instinctively sought it with a high flagged tail and an excited wriggle to her stout figure.
U-ju-rak U-ju-rak U-ju-rak, her paws thump to the rhythm of his name, until the gangly argent form in the moon-crested shape of brother comes into view! Bróðir! her voice comes in a croaking roar as she tumbles face-first into his shoulder. Hvar hefuru verið?!