Here at Last

Where oh where was his darling sister. Seemingly the only part of his litter that was as much of a brat as he was, he would seek Fiamette out in a languid manner. Large paws would carry him through thick foliage, his red pelt standing out against the green of the gully. He was on her trail - her soft familiar scent filling his nostrils along with the sweet scent of the flowering spring forest. "Fia - I know you're out there." He would call to the nymph, hoping that he could catch her attention and bring her toward him. It was time that the two of them caught up - he was sure that she had so much to tell him. And he her. "Come ooon, how long are you going to make me track you?" At least it was practice for something - but honestly if he was going to trek through a humid pollen covered forest, it shouldn't have been to get his own family's attention. What better things did she have to do?