Road to Recovery

Walk | Talk | Think

Her contemplation kept her distracted as she walked, and thankfully there was very little to the scenery that surrounded her. Open snow, open ice, all clear and without obstacles to impede a complete view of the location. Which made it all the more easy for Yin to pick up the still, dark figure that stood ahead, oblivious to her for the time being and none-the-wiser to her preference of aloneness.

Only a cursory glance was given at first, and with it came the natural responses that had become much stronger of late. Her white ears tucked, her mismatched eyes narrowed, and just slightly her lip raised to bare her fangs in a silent snarl. Just her luck. Finally a nice and quiet stretch of frozen north and this interloper had to ruin it. Instantly she wanted to leave, to be away from the place and the nosy, aggravating strangers that seemed to cover much of the land and make it near uninhabitable for her. Strangers. They were not worth her time.

But her quick glance even more quickly became a double take, a curious feature about the stranger capturing and holding her attention. Dark fur...but a white tail? That was not a trait just anyone possessed. To her knowledge, there was only one other aside from herself who had been born with such an unusual coloration. Only one wolf that it - he - could possibly be. Yang?

The sight of him, or at least this wolf she presumed to be him, stopped her short. Her brother. After all this time, she had finally found him. And in one piece at that. Guess the world didn't break him after all. She did not rush him nor react with blatant signs of happiness. No tail wags and no smiles. Instead she barked, attempting to get his attention so that he would know she was there, so that their reunion would be complete. And while happiness was a hard sensation for Yin to partake in, comfort was not, and that as well as contentment were what eased the tenseness in her body and made her feel for the first time in years that she might have been home.