Brother Mine

Warmth wrapped around him like a blanket, the soft breath of his sister against him like a sweet spring breeze. It was him who woke up first, his golden eyes squinting as he found her form beside him. Grinning at the silly girl he leaned forward and licked her cheek, nuzzling her softly as she slept. She had been working so hard to take care of the pack while he was healing, and he was so thankful to have her in his life. Without her, he was most certainly be lost. Who would take care of all of Abaven while he was knitting himself back together? "Motif." He whispered her name softly, burring his head into her neck.