Homecoming

She was aging quickly, and rather beautifully though the young female would never think such a thought herself. Nine months old and growing ever faster, within the season she and her siblings would reach their first year on this earth. Since she had been born, she had stuck close to her family, but there was the little inkling that she had not forged the contact with them that was necessary to call it a true bond. The girl was quiet, she watched and waited, normally she very easily understood things no matter the point of view. Naturally open minded and readily accepting, she was something of a calming presence.

Ever since the flood had hit, the wolves of Valhalla had been staying just outside of the borders in nearby territory. They were still a pack, and this was still their lands which was often patrolled by the higher ups, but at the moment it wasn't exactly livable. Mud squelched beneath her paws as she idly traversed the waterlogged territory that she still called home. It wasn't as dangerous here as it was hard to live off of, the prey had scattered and the plant life was recovering from the flood. Many dens wouldn't be usable for some time, but at least they could depend on summer being on their very heels and drying up much of the water in due time. They only needed to remain patient.

She had expected for her walk to be silent, for her examination of the damage to go without her seeing anyone else. Yet as she neared the den that she and her family shared, she gazed at the male that was waiting there. Lyric nearly sighed - her brother, a boy that she would never understand it seemed, he was quickly becoming a man and seemed to want to do it in solitude. Yet through and through he was family, despite his knack for wandering off for weeks at a time and being angry and pitiful upon return. They had tried when they were younger to integrate him into their games, but he always seemed so victimized - it wasn't long before she stopped, Lyric wasn't sure about the others.

"Gabriel." She said simply, a small smile on her face. A greeting - because he had returned from his journey yet again. And yet again, Lyric wasn't sure how long he would stay. "There was a flood, we've moved until the water dries out a bit." How was she supposed to act around him? Like he had been gone as long as he was? Or would he prefer if she acted as if he never left at all? "Are you okay? Or did you come back because you wanted to?" She hoped it was the latter, but it was highly unlikely. She never felt like he really liked it here...