Redhawk Caldera Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs.

Amalia's ears perked up at the mention of a message. She felt her breathing grow uneven at the first statement of a young male asking about her. Surely she couldn't hope. Atreus?

And then his name fell from the Elders lips and Amalia felt tears well up in her eyes and she fell forward. Her voice choked and raw.

He's alive, he's alive. Oh my gosh he's alive.

She cried harder each word punctuated with a growing cry. She probably looked a fright. Eyes streaming. Snot sliding down her face to mix in her fur making it all slimy and matted.

He's he's my little brother.