Freya hadn?t been angry at her father; it simply wasn?t in her nature. She had missed him, grieved his disappearance and hoped every day for his return but there was no anger, no resentment. They had stayed on the island, the former pack slowly fading around them as if the only thing that had kept them together had been her dad. The call reached her and she almost thought she was dreaming, surely she had dozed off in the tangle of roots she had claimed for the day. But no, it was still echoing off the trees around her. She lay where she was for a moment still not really believing.
Golden tail began to beat against the roots around her, and jaw parted to allow her tongue to loll out as she swiftly bound to her paws. She would hop in place for a moment too excited to even get herself together enough to get going. Then she was off, shooting towards the shore line. Stopped just as ground gave away to sand, hoping from paw to paw for a moment as she watched. Her aunt Sibelle?s russet pelt unmistakable, standing before him. Without another moment?s hesitation she bound forwards. "Daddy!" She exclaimed as she threw herself at his leg, still much to tiny to do more than bump into him harmlessly.
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