Moonspear When the world is saying not to

So sorry for being so slow! Work/Moving is kicking my butt.

Whip turned to face his brother with a wary expression worn as a mask. The silence between them was short, and when Gannet spoke, Whip's tail twitched once before slowly starting to wag. "Hey," greeted Whip. It wasn't often that Whip showed emotion outwardly. Misfortune had made him cold, but for his long seperated brother, Whip could afford a sparing display to begin rebuilding the trust that distance eroded.

"I was starting to wonder when you'd come find me," he said before hastily admitting, "I didn't want to be a bother." The borderlands were where Whip made his home for now. It was hard to switch off this natural distrust that served him well in the wild. He hoped to one day see the Moonspear as home, but he knew it would be a slow go at breaking down those self-imposed barriers. "Well?" he started, cracking a rare smile. "What have I missed?"