Shadowwyn Moor Broken Crown

Ujurak watched the blonde man intently. Recognition for recognition, it is with a gentleness that he heeded him. The man closes the distance, so the words whispered would not be snatched by the wind. With cupped hands did Ujurak receive them.

The ache within the stranger's heart was for a woman, whilst Ujurak's was for family. How sweet was it then, that they both considered those wolves to be home?

The smile Ujurak has to give him is warm, the corners of his eyes creasing.

It is beautiful to love, and to be loved. His words were for his kind stranger as much as himself. It is something best shared.

My name is Ujurak.

The darkling form of his brother crested the horizon, and Ujurak could not dam the tears within his eyes. His heart soared beyond his body, his legs still too unsteady to follow it to his brother.

And he is Sven, Ujurak croaked to the stranger as the distance was closed, my brother.

Sweet Sven, his littlest brother had run ragged. For his sake, Ujurak mustered the strength to rise to his paws. His arms opened for his brother, paws clasping over the star speckled shoulders in the tightest grip he could muster.

Sven still carried the scent of the Stone Circle upon his back. The vast wildflower meadows, the dancing prism grove, and the steady creek that weaved within.

Ujurak took a deep, steadying breath. His embrace would loosen if it brother wished it to.

Fyrirgefðu.