Walk | Talk | Think
The thick air made it near impossible for the grey wolf to identify the scent of his sister - or any scent for that matter - and so he relied more heavily upon his sight and hearing, eyes and ears alert and scanning for the familiar shape of the girl and hoping to see her soon. He counted himself lucky that she had been so close when he called and heard her approaching on swift paws just before he spotted her through the misty air. He was smiling before she even came fully into sight, tail wagging already in greeting as she loped over to him.
He received her play attack much the same way he had done as a child, still rather serious and somewhat awkwardly, though not once did his smile falter. He was incredibly happy to note that she looked better than he had last seen her; she had put on weight and her fur had seemed to regained some of its natural shine. She looked less like the sickly, haggard thing he remembered and much more like her old self. He had detected it at their close contact, the scent of a pack and remnants of the forested mountain that they had once called home, but he tried not to let himself become distracted by it or by what it meant. Surely Maia would explain.
But only after he explained himself.
He drew back from returning her nuzzle when she did, unable to stop the telling grin from spreading across his face when she noted his altered scent and questioned him directly about it. Much like their mother, Maia was sharp; he had known she would be keen on recognizing the difference. "Alamea," Rune answered simply and with pride. "She's a Valhallan, one of their hunters. We're starting a family together." It surprised him even to say it, despite being well aware that it was true. And even more surprising to realize then and there that Maia would be an aunt. He gave a moment of pause, quietly and intently gauging her reaction before he made himself continue.
"I'm going to stay with her, in Valhalla. I wanted you to know so you'd know where to find me later." He did not know whether the news would be surprising to his sister; perhaps it would make complete sense to her. But he was glad of every word he said. He would have a home, he would have a family, and finally a stable place that his sibling could find him at rather than chancing finding him out in the unclaimed lands that the rogues frequented. He was unsure whether she had ever known about his old plans to reclaim Tortuga, or what it meant that she had smelled somewhat like that home, but his mind was made up. His future belonged to Alamea, and he was here to try and keep Maia in it as well.
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