The Sentinels reunion

Their muzzles met for a warm, sweet moment. The soft embrace of an unspoken bond. Long Rain inhaled her sister’s long-lost scent, finding it alive with foreign accents of salt and a gathering of canid perfumes that Racharra would know by heart. Beneath that, she picked out buried tendrils of stone and sand and those same others that clung to her skin. She smelled of a home, of a community. And now it was Long Rain’s turn to feel a twinge of envy, a pinch from that green monster.

By comparison, Long Rain smelled of miles and miles and miles. Nothing constant. Nothing too same. She had companions, but their scents had long washed from her over the days she’d spent now on her own. She would see them again, whenever the desire arose – as it usually did after a moon or so.

Kissed upon her brow, Long Rain gave a shiver, feeling absolutely giddy down to her bones. No amount of packscent or travel-weary grime could obscure the flesh-memories they shared. My sister! She knew it without a shadow of a doubt, and her instinct had yet to fail her.

Secret burial forgotten, Long Rain fell into a play bow, just as she would have when they were young, inviting Racharra into a romp.