Family... Right?

Galahad steeled himself as he padded out of his den and out into the sunlight. He didn't know why it made him so nervous to go talk to his own sister, but he couldn't deny that it did. It felt like he hardly knew her and that just made him sad. He had pretty much given up on trying to recover his memories and that made him frustrated. All of it just left him feeling so uncertain and he didn't know where to turn... except to Avalon. He slowly made his way toward her den, hoping maybe he would spot her somewhere along the way. He didn't really want to go to her den and risk bumping into her kids or mate first... he was her mate, right? He assumed so.

He edged around the clearing outside her den and when he didn't see her immediately he turned away and went back toward the middle of the pines. He'd just have to call her it seemed. He wasn't surprised, being an alpha was busy work. He finally settled on his haunches after a short walk away from where he had started and lifted his head to howl for his sister. He wished he knew exactly what he was going to say, or maybe even a vague idea of it, but if he waited for himself to gather all his thoughts he'd never get around to talking to Avalon about anything.