Barrow Fields Golden Days

There was a voice; familiar. So much so that he stopped in his tracks and froze as soon as his dead name graced his ears. He turned his head, eyes wide and falling on the darkened shape of Desna. "Des!" The man shouted back, unable to hold back the excitement in his voice. Just like his pups, he had beleived her to have fallen with the rest of the maplewood. It had been another blow that weighed heavy on his conscience -- but he believed in miracles, and this was nothing short of one. Raas had led her here to lead him home.

He could not control his motion now. Taking off toward her in a sprint, the Cardinal buried his face in the scruff of her neck. Tears of joy flowed freely  as he rested his face in her embrace. She was alive. His daughter was alive. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came -- all he could do was hold her close.