Swiftcurrent Creek pinky and the brain

I wasn't going to post until the other thread progressed but I didn't want to leave this one hanging! There are some pretty major assumptions here, based on the OOC discussions we've had. I might have to come back and edit if anything changes.

Something huge had happened: Relonikiv had reached a fork in the road, with two very different paths ahead of him. He had chosen one without even thinking about it, or even realizing it. Even after Scimitar had brought him back here and explained, he hadn't understood, not really. He did understand one thing, though: he was down another sibling. Trajan had gone away with the three strange wolves and disappeared from their lives with the same abruptness as Paarthurnax and Durnehviir.

He only had one litter mate left now: Julius. Relonikiv clung to him at first, afraid that he, too, might disappear or walk out on him. His metaphorical grip loosened as the day wore into night, then a new day dawned. He awoke to find Julius still there beside him, sound asleep. And there was Bazi, lying across the clearing. He still missed his missing loved ones, yet even in his youth, he had drawn a subconscious conclusion: some wolves left and others stayed. And there was nothing he could do to choose who did which, or to control any of it.

Pushing himself upright, he yawned, stretched and then wandered over to Bazi. He looked a little more listless than usual, though he flashed her a quick smile as he draped his fuzzy golden body across her pale forelegs. Relonikiv rolled onto his back, his steely eyes locking on the underside of Bazi's jaw. He wondered if she would one day walk out of his life. The thought hurt, though he faced it calmly for a moment before hugging against her chest. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her to stay, even if he was beginning to understand the harsh reality: whether or not she actually did was mostly a matter of chance.