When you lose something you can’t replace

It was his scent that gave hime away. She wouldn’t have recognised his voice, it had deepened so much since they’d last seen each other. Mismatched eyes cracked open, ears turning forward, as she took in the wolf her almost-brother had become. Daphne had a wry smirk on her face as a bitter tone worked it’s way from her lips. "Grim? Am I dead then? Is Bo’s ghost here too?" She managed a tired chuckle. Made sense that they’d all come back here she supposed. It was more a home to them than the draughty old castle had ever been. Maybe if they never left, they’d still have both their ma’s. She reached out with a paw, stretching forward, the healing waters offering her an almost second wind, at least loosening up her tired muscles enough that she could shakily push herself back up into a stand on tired, splayed legs.

Unceremoniously, she shook, showering them both with the smelly spring water, but they’d always been told it was good for them. Her tail even managed a wag as she took a hesitant step forward, still not convinced the vision wouldn’t dissipate with the next gust of wind. She’d kind of gotten used to that happening.

"speech".