((Crappy starter is crappy))

It had happened again, her way of life shifting under her paws and refusing settle, now her family was scattered to the four winds and the girl wasn?t quite sure what to do with herself. The golden runt had done her best to keep tabs on as much of her family as possible but only her mother had really managed to stay on her radar. The young girl whined at the thought, she missed her siblings, she missed her father, she missed them being a family! Golden tail was wrapped around dainty golden paws and vibrant limes were turned down, the scents of the orchard heavy in her nose.

OOC: I am so, SO sorry it's taken me this long!

The sweet scent of overripe fruit filled the air with its potency. Bees, drunk on the nectar, lazily hummed through the air. A gentle breeze blew across the terra, sending the apple trees swaying and filling the air with the soft rustling of dry tree limbs. It was picturesque; every inch of the orchard worked towards creating a peaceful beauty that couldn't be denied. The boy thought it was positively dreadful. He stalked across the terra without purpose or motivator, moving simply because he couldn't tolerate the idea of being still. Restlessness sent his hide twitching as if he were plagued by fleas. His countenance was grim, his features pulled down in a scowl. A scent that kindled forgotten memories froze him in place. His expression shifted, not quite brightening but losing the hard edge. Valentine's head turned, nose lifting to scent the breeze as his eyes searched for the source. There. Sitting with her tail wrapped around her paws, was one of his little sisters. Very little was known about this one, she'd still be small whenever he left the island in search of his mother. Still, he recognized her. Of course she was older, bigger and less childlike than he remembered, but there was no doubt in his mind who she was. "Freya." "Speaking" Thinking