Shadowwyn Moor Broken Crown

On paws tired and weary for he had been traveling he raced. With gladness in his heart ofhearts it soared. He was racing to the remnant of his family. Something he could touch and hold and care about. Sven did not care that his brother had been away, well yes he did. But right now this did not matter. And it would not matter. His brother's reasons were his own and if he wanted to share them with the last born of Gunnar and Taktuq then so be it and if not that was okay too. All that mattered was his brother was here. He had returned and as luck would have it, before Sven departed the valley. 

His brother's warbling cry invoked deep emotions in his own chest. And his eyes of steel softened and teared and the edges. But he ran on. A gentle lope turning into the hardest canter he could muster. And as such he found his brother with another on shaky limbs and breathing fast. His sides heaving. He could not speak. His breathing was too hard. He simply threw himself at his brother. Which was funny to the other man he was certain two boys of similar stature and weight and one just tossing himself like a branch at the other.