Swiftcurrent Creek the sun will settle on dust

He stood, transfixed for a few stolen moments. Kiv’s exclamation would have warmed his heart had he truly focused on the statement and how the boy saw him – but his eyes could not leave Paarthurnax’s face. It was as if his best friend had returned from the dead, and only when Bazi pulled away from him (after slathering him with kisses) did he finally break of his trance.

He moved forward then – his long limbs pulling himself to her in a few short strides before his muzzle touched her cheek. A sigh escaped him – disbelief, almost.. eassurance. Within that stolen moment, the cinnamon male wrapped his body against hers – a wolfish hug as he felt his heart hammer in his chest. “Welcome home,” he murmured then, swallowing thickly as he felt the rawness of his throat.

Finally, pulling away, he practically beamed at her -- his tail swaying behind him with his excitement before he bent down to nudge the two boys gently. "Are you up for traveling?"