Where We Came From, Where We Are

She turned to the sound of his voice, and it was Bowen! It really, truly was his long lost sister! A mist of relief and joy started to form along the edges of his fiery eyes when they met emerald green. She said his name back, her voice still that soft, light sound, but it had aged along with her, now the voice of a lady and not a pup, just as his had deepened. Neither wolf made a move toward one another, seemingly too shocked by the other's existence to do anything. Artorias looked over his little sister, taking her in as if it were the first time he was seeing her, and in a way he was. The young brute wanted to run over to her and scoop her up in his arms, to spin her around and hold her tight to him so that the world might never try to steal her away again. She was home; Bowen was home!

"It's you, it really is you!" he said in an excited exhale, his lips slowly turning upward into a smile. His heart burst with happiness and love for the smaller wolf. He started to walk slowly towards her into the room from the door, seeing the tension in her body but misreading it as surprise instead of defensiveness. "Gods, Bowen, I thought... I thought I'd never see you again! We were all so worried about you. I was so worried." He wanted to tell her of all the days they'd spent searching for her and Daphne, but no doubt their mother had told her everything. So many searches out in the bitter cold and blinding blizzards, praying for a scrap of scent to follow, only to return empty-handed every time. So many nights spent awake wondering where she could be. So many prayers unanswered for her to return safely.

"Artorias Sirius Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"