All we are is what we made

Vayne was never far away, and honestly today he had found himself within Fern Gulley lately. Although the weather was rough, it was still slightly different. The way the grasses crumbled under his heavy paws. Ears twisted forwards as sound from his sister calling to them all forth. To emerge from the shadows of the woods they were hiding within. He's been tired lately, maybe a small head cold. But, other than that he was feeling well. And being part of his sisters band had made him feel a lot better and more welcomed. He's been silent dealing with his own trauma. He sat down right on the outskirts of the gathering family members. His eyes tracing over everyone, taking in their different scents. His tail giving a slight curl against his side. As the masculine would wait to listen to what Atreyu would want to speak to them all about.