The first to come was Coza, and Sen was more than pleased. He had of course been hoping Hush might show up, but that hope was small and miniscule. But he had his dearest friend before him now, his brother, his leader, and he could do nothing but bow his head in respect and in hopes of forgiveness. But as ever, Coza is pushing forward to embrace him roughly, albeit close and comforting. It is a wonderful thing, to be close again to one so dear and loved. It all seemed to end too soon as his brother pulled away to give him a sheepish grin, welcoming him home and asking for no more. It was almost enough to bring the pale wolf to tears, but he held his composure, bright violet eyes gazing upon his friend with adoration, love, and admiration. It was truly a wonder to be back home, and the Medicine Wolf would have it no other way.

Dipping his slender, handsome skull down slightly, he showed his respect and thanks to his lifelong friend, before his own voice slipped forth. It was as ever masculine as it’s been, with its gentle and warm tones and yet something is precariously off about it. “Coza, I am humbled to be before you, and gracious to have you so welcoming.” Then, turning his dark and yet bright gaze upward to those sunset gems of the other wolf’s own, a small smile broke his features, his pale crème and golden tail waving ever so gently behind his haunches. “Brother, it has been far too long. And I have no intention of leaving home again, not for a long while yet.” It was inevitable there was no forever, but Sen would remain for as long as he could and as long as he would.

And yet through all this time of their interaction, it seems that both males are more than a little distracted. For it seemed that only moments later, a streak of red burst in the peripheral of his vision, allowing him to turn his attention there and feel his jaw fall slack and open. If possible, it seemed Hush was even more beautiful than he remembered her. Sen wasn’t sure how that could work, but it seemed to be so the closer she got, and that voice- that excited yip of hers was more than enough to make tremors visible throughout his frame. He held his ground though, stock still as she gave Coza a subtle greeting as was simple common courtesy, before continuing her way to him. Her voice was soft, breathy, and like their friend and leader, she spoke minimally. It seemed that words between them all were rather unneeded- they knew their place, they knew their bond and did not have to blatantly announce such as so many others seemed to do.

Closing his violet gaze, Sen savoured the sensation of his little bird pressing herself up against him, the crowne of her skull against his chin as she nuzzled him, allowing him to draw in her wonderful and lovely scent, even eliciting a groan of sorts from him. It truly had been far too long. “My love, my Hush..” His voice almost broke when he spoke, and he found himself unwilling or unable to say more- he was not sure which, but instead simply leaned into her, pressing to her and drawing her close with an inward tuck of his muzzle. And then, almost as if remembering himself, he tossed a sheepish glance toward Coza as well as a grin- of all wolves, his friend would understand the bond between two souls, even if they weren’t true imprints- that didn’t mean he did not feel what he did in such an immense manner.

Sighing in pure content, Sen was reluctant to draw away from Hush- only enough to look down and gaze upon her, wanting to see the mirrors in her gaze that matched his own almost perfectly, to see those beautiful and exquisite features, and that lush, rich cinnamon fur so up close and personal. He could never get enough of her, this he had known from the very start, and there was never a day he did not intend to have all of her. And then, simply because he couldn’t resist- he’s leaning down to slide his pale muzzle alongside her darker one, locking eyes with her and watching her before murmuring his words. “I will always come back to you.”