When I see her, it is like seeing sunlight for the first time after Aeons spent in the dark. A breath of fresh air in lungs that have known only noxious smog. My heart catches in my throat as fire and pearl gleam beneath the sun. She is a flash, flying at me at full speed. Even wearied, I gather the strength enough to lope towards her and meet her halfway.

Her lighter, lither figure glides straight into me at full force, and I let her come. Let her tumble us both to the Earth as she burrows her face into my thick scruff and I wrap my long forelegs around her midriff in a massive bear-hug, clinging to her with a desperation that vibrates through my entire Being.

Her kisses are like the brush of butterfly wings upon my broad muzzle, I returned them with my own, more heated affections... placing tender love bites all across the hollow of her throat, murmuring a rich deep baritone like the purr of a tiger.

"Amaterasu......" Her name, as the name I have ever only known her, rolls like velvet across my tongue, a promise of the super-heated nights to come despite the cold of the season. Everything in the uttered word bespoke of how I missed her, How I Wanted her, Hungered for her.

I let her lounge across me as I lay flat on my back, her forepaws straddling either side of the deep barrel of my chest. I would have been content to let her sprawl there for as long as her heart desired. But I can see the concern in her eyes, that faraway look as she lifts her head and gazes down the trail past where we had tumbled into the snow.

It seemed she already knew what I had not spoken. My lips draw a thin line, and I extend my long neck, placing a hot, compassionate kiss on her cheek, sliding down the length of her delicate muzzle.

"Our Daughter is safe and Well... you would not believe the wild ideas that run through her head. As stubborn as your father I say." I chuckled, hoping the sound and news of ZigZag's welfare would hearten her.

"She roams the Freelands now. I do not know if she will decide to come home... but I am sure if you went looking you'd find her easily enough."

I look her over, checking to see she still had all her toes and ears. Everything seemed to be in tact.

"What of Sara?" I question, unable to detect a recent scent of our other daughter upon my Imprints lovely petticoats.