Race the world

The brown female matched his call, leaping to the earth and running to him with an embrace. Her dark coat mixed with his snowy white one as the male covered her with a shower of licks around her ears. "My dear sister." He said, slightly breathless as he embraced her tightly. He was all about his family, and he had missed being around them so much. It was an amazing feeling to have her here before him again. She laughed and he pushed his face into her fur, overwhelmed with her scent and his own emotions. Motif was here, she was safe.

Bass suddenly pulled back with a worried glance, inspecting her face for dried blood. When he didn't see any a huge breath left his maw, the fear leaving his eyes. She wasn't sick, thank goodness. He remembered that the dame had told him that she missed him, and asked him a question. An easy smile came to his lips as he settled himself on his rump. "I have missed you too Motif, its awesome to see you here, and healthy." He added with a chuckle. "And I have been around, exploring these lands mostly. I ran into a little pup and she called me her boyfriend and dragged me into her pack. I am thinking of joining Valhalla." His tones were soft, there was no need for volume with them this close to each other.

He eyed his sister, checking her over again before he went on talking. "What about you? Would you ever think of joining me in a pack?" Now that he had found his litter mate he was not too keen on leaving her alone, not with this epidemic that was shaking down even the strongest of wolves.