A Silver Ray Of Hope

It took him a moment to notice the form charging toward them. But the voice that called out caught his attention. At first, he tensed, ready to defend his mother. Then he recognized the female. It was his sister. ”Zuriel!” His voice mingled with his mothers, then turned into a sharp growl as his mother tried to lunge forward. Once she slowed to what he deemed a reasonable pace, he let his eyes wander over his sister. She looked thin, too. But he could smell their father all over her. Why was she thin, if their father was there. He was a good hunter. Regardless of how happy it made him to see her, he needed them both to get out of the open. So he was glad when their mother moved on to the treeline and settled down; he didn’t even have to request the rest period.

When she was settled, he turned his attention to Zuriel, lunging to drape a leg over her back in an attempt to draw her in for a hug. It was so good to see her again. “It’s so great to see you again.” He stepped away, settling his haunches on the ground as he too waited for Zuriel to tell them what she could. It troubled him that he couldn’t smell Faite anywhere on her fur.