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It had taken some time but Yin was finally on the road to recovery. Breathing had become less difficult and the coughing less consistent, though that was not to say it had abated altogether. It was still present and occasionally caught her within fits of coughing after a particularly bothersome tickle in her throat. Her chest was still slightly sore from it but that was a small matter and was dealt with easily as she chose to ignore it and press on. The mostly white wolf was still determined to keep going through the sudden sickness that had claimed her, and so far that stubbornness was paying off.

The distance she had traveled had not been easy to accomplish, but she had been rewarded for it with isolation. It was cold and crisp here, quiet save for the occasional gust of wintry northern air, and the lack of identifiable scents assured her that random run ins with strangers would be rare if at all. That was good. Yin had never been one really for taking comfort in the presence of another, except perhaps if that other was her twin. But he had been missing, lost from her for quite some time now, and truth be told she was beginning to lose hope. Maybe he had been too soft for this world after all.

Her unsmiling face was darkened by the look of unwanted contemplation, eyes staring ahead but not quite seeing. She was conflicted. On one hand, she tried to cling to hope, as her brother would. But cruel rationality had always been her strong point and worked against her now. Confused and directionless, Yin continued to wander, as had become her default of late, and let her paws carry her further through the snow and toward the impressive ice structures that grew here.

Yang woke to a cold chill creeping up hid spine. Although Spring was present, it's warm branches hadn't spread to this northern land. The man sat up, warpping his alabaster tail around his ebony paws. He stared down at it, blue eyes filled with a great sadness. This sadness was for his sister. They used to be inseperable. Yin and Yang. She was feisty when he was calm. He worried about her immensly, never letying a day go by wirhout sparing a few thoughts for her. They had been seperated when they arrived here, almost two years ago now. He hadn't seen her since. The storm Alacritis had faced recently had only worried the brother more. The brute stepped out onto the ice, his claws digging into the hard packed snow. He sat there with his eyes closed and brow furrowed in concern. What was he to do? Speech,

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Her contemplation kept her distracted as she walked, and thankfully there was very little to the scenery that surrounded her. Open snow, open ice, all clear and without obstacles to impede a complete view of the location. Which made it all the more easy for Yin to pick up the still, dark figure that stood ahead, oblivious to her for the time being and none-the-wiser to her preference of aloneness.

Only a cursory glance was given at first, and with it came the natural responses that had become much stronger of late. Her white ears tucked, her mismatched eyes narrowed, and just slightly her lip raised to bare her fangs in a silent snarl. Just her luck. Finally a nice and quiet stretch of frozen north and this interloper had to ruin it. Instantly she wanted to leave, to be away from the place and the nosy, aggravating strangers that seemed to cover much of the land and make it near uninhabitable for her. Strangers. They were not worth her time.

But her quick glance even more quickly became a double take, a curious feature about the stranger capturing and holding her attention. Dark fur...but a white tail? That was not a trait just anyone possessed. To her knowledge, there was only one other aside from herself who had been born with such an unusual coloration. Only one wolf that it - he - could possibly be. Yang?

The sight of him, or at least this wolf she presumed to be him, stopped her short. Her brother. After all this time, she had finally found him. And in one piece at that. Guess the world didn't break him after all. She did not rush him nor react with blatant signs of happiness. No tail wags and no smiles. Instead she barked, attempting to get his attention so that he would know she was there, so that their reunion would be complete. And while happiness was a hard sensation for Yin to partake in, comfort was not, and that as well as contentment were what eased the tenseness in her body and made her feel for the first time in years that she might have been home.