Running Up That Hill

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"Speech!"
It caught him entirely by surprise when Balthier spoke up next, a quiet admission of love that Solo would never have expected. "I am honored... to have you as a brother." the dark furred yearling said quietly, and the warmth in his expression set Solo's ebony tipped tail beating softly on the frosty grass beside him. He leaned a little further against Balthier's shoulder, momentarily distracted from the reality of the strange midnight realm they were sitting in. However, when his brother finally mentioned his aversion to investigating the strange phenomena of this winter, he found himself bobbing his head solemnly. He felt Balthier's own familiar weight pressed against his shoulder, the two boys supporting one another while they worked slowly through the strangeness of the new season and the trauma of their past. "But I think we should still stay careful. Look after Azzie and Psalm. I don't know how we can prepare for what we don't know." his brother explained quietly, and again the pale yearling found himself nodding in mute agreement.

Turning his thick muzzle towards his brother, the boy gently nipped at the thick fur of his dark cheek."I think the best way to be prepared for whatever the weird sky is going to bring, is to stay together. We'll make sure everyone comes back to the den when the sun starts to set, and we can take turns watching the entrance. If one of us is out on patrol then we can rearrange the schedule. Maybe this is just the sky being weird, but I've never seen fireflies out this late in the year, so I think something might happen soon.." as if on cue, another one of the spectral bugs floated closer, and Solo wondered if they were watching the wolves of Boreas.