The Forbidden Frozen Fruit

He heard her shuffling around before he saw her, and rust red ears perked as he followed them to the shelter she’d found. It reminded him of the barn Tyrian showed him the other night and he stifled another giddy feeling followed by a blush. Thankfully it was cold and windy for an excuse. The snow whipped into his eyes but he could make out the movement of his sister’s form and slowly they’d find their way to one another.

Lachlan had spent time and seen Aryn much more recently than her twin Siobhan, and it felt good to be in her presence again. The young Valentine moved to wrap his front paws around her shoulders in a tight embrace. ”Sio,” he wasn’t sure that he’d even seen her since everyone went their own way at Valhalla. ”You look so good, I’ve missed you.” He whined softly, curious what she’d been up to. She didn’t smell like she was still with their mother and father.