The world is what we make it

A howl ripped through the fading day, the sweet song of it called to to him, woke something inside of him. He felt a rush of emotion, but without the imagery to go with it he felt lost and confused. Who called to him? It didn't matter, all that mattered was the fact that they had finally found him. His people. This was it, their days of being lost where over. The haunting confusion, the questions. The teasing hints if what they had lost, without the answers to follow.

He stood tall, ears tilted, straining to hear the wolf even theough her song had finished. His eyes scanned the world around him, seeing ripe fruit trees and splashes of color. Where was she? His sweet answer. Would he know her when he saw her? Would she unlock the part of him that he had struggled with all these days .

When he found her, he would see her in tones of black, eyes like bloodied jewels, frosted and without focus as she careened towards him. She did not slow, and he braced himself to take on the weight of this tiny, petite creature.

He let out a soft oof as she landed, and then her paw was on his, tapping out emotion. Her voice, like liquid honey was whispering his name. He lifted his paw and gently folded it around her own, listening to the familairit of the gestures she made there. He knew her, he knew her like a sunrise. She was his sister, was she not?
Dammit. What was her name. It was there, it had to be.

Then his paw would try to sigh from beneath the onslaught of the message she tapped upon his paw. He felt fondness for the motion, the familiarity of it. Her milky eyes and gesture told him... reminded him? That her sight was limited. But she did not need to tap on his paw, he was not the one who could not see.

But.. her name.. the sigh was for her name, which as he thought hard about his lost sister, would return to him. "Amaretto" he breathed her name softly, put his nose into the coat beside her ear. "You found us, we are lost no longer."