If You Can't See The Sky There's To Much Artificial Light [Xanilov Kids + Diarmuid]
He could smell them. Their scents were much stronger here, so he knew they were close. He continued to trot along at a brisk pace, wanting to get to them as fast as he could but not knowing where exactly they were. But then he stopped cold, hearing his brother calling for him. And then Sigleif did the same, and Alarik practically sprinted toward the sounds of their voices, a grin parting his jaws as they came into view. And not just them, but Diarmuid too! He'd nearly forgotten what the brute looked like; the last time he had seen him, he'd been knee high.
But he could think of all that later. Now was the time for joyful reuniting, and seeing as Sigleif and Dom had already done their share, Alarik decided it was his turn. His tongue spilled out of the side of his mouth as he ran straight for his older sister, not bothering to stop. Manners and dignity be damned, he was happy to see her. He plowed right into the larger female, hoping to send them both toppling to the ground. He laughed like a giddy little pup and gave her a big slobbery kiss. "Siggy! I missed you!" he said, and then when he'd spoiled her enough with his tackles and kisses, he jumped up and tackled his brother as well.
"Where have you been, Dom?" Alarik laughed, pressing close to Dómari and burrowing his face in his fur. His tail was wagging hard, shaking his whole body from side to side with the motion of it. He was just so freaking happy. His family was here. Granted, not all of them were here, but more than he had seen in a long time. And if Sigleif and Dómari and Diarmuid were here, the others couldn't be far. Right? "Talk" "You" Think |
