Face Up, Untouched

Gwen was drowsing in her den as night approached, when she heard the familiar call. Despite the hour she was more than happy to answer it, though it took some time to get all the way to the border. She had to stop often to combat her dizziness and coughing fits, but she was in high spirits when she came into sight of the younger hunter. He looked well, she was glad to see, and she was quite surprised to detect the faint scent of Abaven about him. She wondered if he had decided to rejoin his old pack now that Shaye had won them a measure of freedom. She was saddened to think that he wouldn't be returning to Celestial, but she knew that Abaven had had his loyalty even before he'd ever joined Celestial. "Brandr!" she greeted him with enthusiasm despite the breathy rasp of her voice. "I'm so glad to see you are well. How are Corentine and your children?"