She'd barely been able to contain herself throughout her meeting. The sight of her family, whole once more, had very neatly brought her to tears.

But she had persevered, and now, she rewarded herself by lunging off the boulder and cannoning into her brother. Her twin. The dark to her light.

"Aramis!!" it was a sobbed wail of joy as her forelegs very nearly sought to throttle the ink based male about the neck in an embrace.

Her mother would get the same treatment in time, but first, her littermate.

Aramis could hardly stand to wait any longer. He'd missed his sister so much. His other half. She looked so different, so much... bigger, stronger, more regal and more beautiful than anyone could have imagined. But she'd always been that way, at least in Aramis's eyes. He had always looked up to her. And here he was, still quite literally looking up at her as she conducted her first pack meeting. But as soon as the meeting had come to a close and the other pack members had dispersed, Aurielle hopped down off her pedestal of sorts and came barrelling toward her brother. And he eagerly accepted her embrace, responding in kind. He wasn't sure his tail had ever wagged so quickly. "Rielle..." he whimpered, as a noise escaped him that was part laugh and part sob. Whatever it was, it was pure relief. "I thought I might never see you again." This he whispered into her mane, quiet enough that their mother wouldn't overhear. He didn't want to upset her. But it was the truth; he'd had some dismal thoughts during the time they'd spent as captives. But all that was over now. Thank the gods.

His voice had grown so much. Deeper, of course. Any childhood pitch she remembered had long been grown out of, as her own voice had done. Gone were the sweet, high tones of a young girl, replaced by a rich, lilting mesi-soprano, currently roughened by held-back tears of joy. Oh, and a large amount of speaking in front of a crowd.

Most of what had passed during his and their mother’s ordeal had been laid out for the whole of the pack, but there were more things – slightly more personal things – that she’d share with them both. Like how she’d met Amos, and the fun adventure down to the Bifrost.

Oh, there was so much she wanted to catch up on with her brother. She knew by the clearly skilled care given to all three of her family members’ wounds that they’d traveled with the Nomads. And, despite their ordeal, she was slightly envious of their extended company with the fabled healers.

On the night a pair of their messengers had arrived with news about Solveiga and Aramis’s rumored sightings, there hadn’t been much time to learn more than what she knew of the Nomads, and it had not been on her mind at the time. She had marveled at the amount of information they could lay their paws on, and at how much more complex they were than simply an elite force of dual skilled healers with just as strong skills in fighting.

She answered in a voice just as soft as her brother’s, letting herself open fully to him and showing the truth, “There were times where I was so afraid that we’d never see you or M’ma again… that a bear had killed you, or something had happened… But I knew if I let myself think you were dead, I wouldn’t have the strength to keep going on. So, I clung to hope. And I was right. I think I’d have known if you were gone...”