Mount Apikuni ﹌ tskow’aya

the river was quiet, save for the gentle lapping of water against the shore. tey’gan had been kneeling beside it, paw skimming the surface, feeling the pulse of eywa in its depths. the mountains loomed overhead, the stars just beginning to awaken in the sky, but he was grounded here, in the stillness.
and then—
a sound. a cry. no—
his ears twitched, his heart stilled. it could not be.
ro’nak!
his head snapped toward the underbrush just as the figure burst through, all wild limbs and untamed spirit, as reckless as ever. his chest clenched, relief washing over him in an instant, his name carried on the breath of disbelief.
he was moving before he could think, surging forward to meet his brother, gripping his arms tightly as if to assure himself that he was real. his voice dropped low, urgent, reverent.
eywa has guided you here.
his grip tightened. his brother, his blood. after so long.
you found me.