We find ourselves in the same old mess

The song of siblings would reach out and touch her ears, hinting at the monumental moment arriving, the moment when all the siblings would be together again, standing before each other in the first time in a very long while. She had seen Rythem, and Chord, and plenty of Harmony and Bass, but having them all together at one time was something not yet to pass in the lands of Abaven. She would get to her paws and shake grass from the soft browns of her coat before starting out a light jog into the direction of the call. She would be the last to arrive and come in to see them all chatting together, a real family reunion. She would chuckle softly and take in the big group before her ? her family.



She would move first to nudge the closest wolf to her, her nose connecting to the familiar light browns of the pattern of Chord?s forehead as she smiled fondly at the Wayward one of their siblings ? she had once thought she would be the most adventurous of their group but only Chord has stuck to his wondering ways. Next she would move to her exact twin, looking into the eyes that marked the difference between them as she smiled at the last of their family to arrive in Abaven and gave her a silent smile as well before moving to stand by Bass and Harmony. These where her boys and girls, these where the wolves she would kill or die for.