His claws clicked against the colored stone as he ran, breaths coming fast as he chased his prey. Today, it was a rabbit, and a fast one at that. He'd been chasing it for a good part of the morning, actually. He'd chase it until he lost track of it, and then he'd track it down again and start the cycle over. At this point, it was more of a game than anything. But of course he was still trying to catch it and earn himself a meal. So Alarik chased the rabbit over the rocks, trying to move with the same agility as it leapt from rock to rock. But his eyes were too focused on the rabbit, and not so much on the surroundings. So when the rabbit jumped between two slabs of rock, Alarik followed close behind and ran right into the stone. He saw stars for a second and grumbled as he stepped back, slowly shaking his head. His nose was throbbing, and his pride had taken some damage too. Good think no one had seen that little fiasco. "Talk" "You" Think

And out of a couple of boulders bounded a rabbit straight for her. Her eyes flinging wide open, she lunged forward purely on instinct, her jaws latching around the terrified, exhausted rabbit with little mercy. A quick crunch, and the rabbit was dead, dangling loosely from her jaws. What had been chasing the rabbit? Something clearly had, and as the wind shifted, she smelled a rather familiar scent. Her eyes widening in shock and disbelief, she warily padded around the rocks... to see a more than familiar form shaking his head.

The rabbit dropped from her mouth as she gaped in shock. "Alarik?" she gasped, before snapping her mouth shut and swallowing hard. How long had it been? How many seasons? Way too many, for sure. They were now adults, and the last time she'd seen anyone of her family, they'd been yearlings. Her littermates, anyway. The older twins... they'd be even older. Wow.

Alarik scrunched up his nose and wiggled it a bit, as if doing so would stop it from throbbing. Ah, well. No blood, no foul, right? And at least he hadn't lost any teeth... "Alarik?" a voice gasped. The voice was vaguely familiar, but different, somehow. But before he could put the pieces together in his head (which was still reeling from slamming into those boulders, thank you very much) he looked up and found himself face to face with Vaska. Vaska! It took Alarik no time at all to decide what to do. He laughed a bit in disbelief and lunged forward, wrapping his sister in an embrace. Chest to chest, his neck over hers as he lovingly licked the top of her head. "Where have you been? Gods above, Vaska, it's been so long! Over a year! I can't believe I..." he shifted to look at her and, in the process, stepped on the dead rabbit that lay at her feet. For a moment, Alarik paused in his rambling, and he chuckled. "You caught the rabbit?" "Talk" "You" Think