Finally there would be the familiar call of a male as she would smile in her wake, mismatched gems cheerful at the sight of the russet cloaked man. His verdant eyes were so clear now, and they had all grown. Yes. Finally he had come to join the pack, if that was the reason. "Chord!" She careened toward the male, skidding down the hill playfully. Her nose tipped to the air. No Bass yet. She had finally beaten him once. Her mismatched orbs calmed as she spoke. "What brings you here, brother?" Honestly, she didn't care about their game anymore, she really only wanted to see her brother again. This wouldn't count against their score, surely it wouldn't. It was family, and he was already one of them, right? Her coal-black nose found it's way to the male's neck, nuzzling him gently before backing up, mocha ears rising to see if the other two siblings residing in Abaven would come in.
