Redhawk Caldera sage

Chickadee should not have worried about Dwin's reaction. Their very first and last serious clash had given Dwin a lot to think about later. She hated to admit mistakes and acting wrong as much as anyone else, but it was the first step towards wisdom and relief that things had ended well. She also had put some new things in that imaginary glass cabinet of important life experiences. First - that no one else was to blame, if she felt unhappy. Second - family members mattered. You could feel annoyed by them or not agree with their choices. They could drive you crazy or disappoint you. But at the end of the day - they were the few people in the world you could fully trust and who would loved you even when you were a jerk. Dee, who had felt insulted by Dwin's harsh words, but who had not turned on her heel and let the bridges burn, had opened Dwin's eyes to, what loyalty to one's family meant. 

A long intro - huh? Well, with this context in mind, it is no wonder that Dee would first hear a jovial howl in return and then thundering footsteps of a person, who was so happy that they did not care if the rest of the forest heard it as well. "Little Miss Dee!" Dwin exclaimed almost toppling her sister over with a wolfish equivalent of a hug and many, many kisses. "You've been gone for an eternity!" Dwin pointed out, smiling and taking a step back to have a good look at her. She was as beautiful as she remembered her to be, except - the look in the jade green eyes of hers looked happier than the last time. During time spent away from one another Dee had grown more feminine, while Dwin was spindly, tomboyish and had an unkempt fur of a person, who had better things to do with their time than to care about their looks. "What's the good news? Are you getting married?" she asked, half-joking, half-seriously. Of all of her siblings Dee seemed the most likely candidate.