Silver Moraine multieyed raven

he senses the disappointment in faust and had readied himself for it. but when it comes, it feels worse than he could have expected it to. tvar turns, slowly circling to look at his brother, seeing the knit in his brows. the way they lower above his eyes.

tvar heaves a heavy sigh. but i wish to come. it is as if he tosses his hands up into the air then, an expression of frustration. he had not craved a family, and then he had come to know towhee jr. then, she and their pups—soon to come—filled that void.

now, it has lashed back out for him. hands outstretched for his throat. he wants more! it is his wish to fight alongside his brother again, it is his wish for his brother to meet his wife, his brother to meet his children, and for his children to grow up alongside his brother's. tvar looks to the glacier one more time—and then he faces a fork in the road.

i cannot come now, brother. he brings a paw to touch his shoulder. but when your nephews and nieces are old enough to walk, we will come. in two moons time. he is firm in this—and hopes towhee jr will support him in this decision. it is a big ask. our blood is thick and we must be thicker for it.