Phoenix Maplewood there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

his mood is infectious, and is really quite good at smoothing over any shock or irritation she might feel. his rapid-fire questions earned a laugh; she could hardly believe this was the same little brother she's last seen all that time ago. he no longer fit the image of a gangly pup she had in her mind; none of them did. "I'm good - what about you? where've you been?" she probes, tail wagging as she rights herself back onto all four paws. 

"I'm starting a pack that way. whitebark stream. lavender's there, sunny and his kids, too. you should join us," she invites easily, feeling a wave of what might be giddiness wash down her spine. at this rate, she has to wonder what long-lost family member will show their face next.