Look Ma New Scars

His brother’s voice had almost faded in his memory. But a brother’s heart always knew. He was swift in arriving, but his littermates had beaten him by a hair. He did arrive in time to catch Viviane’s words… which stopped him short for half a stride before he shrugged it off for now and barreled the last few strides and aimed to rear and hug his younger brother – and consequentially Viviane – in his forelegs.

His head tucked with an involuntary wince as his whole body protested, but he’d gotten good at pushing through the aches and pains. Or, maybe they were finally beginning to improve.

He stepped back after several moments of just breathing his brother’s scent in… and noting that his little brother didn’t smell like he’d been alone. A lopsided, misty-eyed grin parted his jaws before he coughed and cleared his throat. “You have no idea how worried we’ve been. Or maybe you do but... It's so good to see you alive.”

His eyes flicked to Viviane questioningly, though he wasn’t about to push on anything. Not right now when they hadn’t seen their brother in so long. His eyes fell on the scars. Those weren’t a spar that got a little too rough. Not even a ‘I’ll fucking show you!’ kind of scars. Those were ‘You got lucky, because I was trying to kill you’ scars.

His hackles bristled slightly as he studied them, frowning. “Who’d you tangle with, and can I help tear them to shreds?”

There were still so many questions that needed answered. But he settled for addressing the possibly threats first. What if the bastards came after Geo?

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