Wheeling Gull Isle long time the manxome foe he sought—

cameo <3

Blossom?

It was her scent that had roused him from his hideout and led him to weave through the innerwoods, intent unlike he’d been for the first time in months.

It was her! She glowed in unmistakable familiarity, even dripping wet, on the coastline and the boy recalled her gentle voice, her mercurian eyes on the evening they’d spent comforting one another.

His lips part to loose a lolling tongue, readying a bark to alert her! But it dies as soon as the second figure appears; golden, tall. His newly reunited brother.

Judah’s jaws clamped. He bit back some new unwelcome feeling and narrowed his eyes, watching with prickled hackles from the tree cover.