deartháir mo dheartháir

She’d turned a year old at last, and she could feel the freedom of beyond the wall beckoning. However, she was in a position where she could easily ignore it. With so few left in the pack, and her mother and brother missing, she was helping her father patrol well before the season had even turned. He certainly needed the help to take the stress off his shoulders.

She was closest when she heard the unfamiliar voice calling for her brother – or any of the family, for that matter – and she picked up her pace, veering up one of the ramps to trot nimbly along the top of the wall, having learned long ago that she preferred starting from up high to see who she’d meet before she met them.

He was as tall as her father, and his deep sapphire eyes were the same. But it was his markings that truly told her who he was. Her father had described each of his siblings to her in detail, remembering each well despite how long it had been since he’d seen many of them.

She leapt from the wall a few feet from the passage her Uncle had called from and padded into sight, privately wondering if he’d believe she was his niece, considering the mane and teeth.

But she steeled herself and offered a gentle smile, tail waving bannerlike behind her as she greeted, "Dia duit, Uncail Tornach."

A mental pause occurred in the back of her mind as she realized he probably had no idea his brother had chosen a mate and had a litter in the past year or so. Despite her grandmother’s wishes, the family hadn’t remained closely knit.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think