He was not alone the woods. He was never alone though. There was always something, a raven, a fairy, other wolves and many other things crawling in the dirt. Yet it comes to his surprise when he hear the rustle of ferns and leaves behind him. It certainly was too much noise to be a raven, and when he turned his star-touched head around, he saw a figure of white and black, using their jaws to grasp at the pestering black bird. His ears lifted, his charcoal and fire fur standing on edge as it watches the sequence of events unfold, and how she nabbed the creature out of the very sky.

He must admit, it did feel good to see the bird get what he deserved. It was a true annoyance for no other reason than to be one. Yet the feminine figure who did indeed catch the creature was not one unknown. Starfall is not one to forget his own flesh and blood, even if he does not see them often, and there is no mistake of it when her jaws crush the life out of the raven. He was there for the birth of his younger sisters. He watched them come from his mother with his very eyes. He witnessed her first breath- it was Iophiel.

He stood in surprise for a moment. How odd of her to appear here. He did not know how she wandered from Diveen, he did not know she had gone missing of sorts. Last he heard, she was in Spirane, but that was many, many moons ago. Regardless, it was a pleasant surprise, and the handsome male let a grin spread upon his charcoal muzzle.

"Iophiel," he said, as she buried the raven into the ground. Odd choice, he would let some scavenger come consume it, but he supposed it was for the worms now. Her question was odd, if he remembered her, and his nose wrinkled slightly before he gave way to a half-hearted laugh. Had he really be away from home so long, that his sister would think this? Little did he know, she had wandered far herself, and only until he stepped forward upon star-laced paws did her scent drill into his nose- and not a drop of Spirane or Diveen coated her fur. He couldn't make assumptions though.

"Iophiel, I am sorry, for not coming to see you sooner," he said apologetically. He had swore that he had seen her many times, her form dashing in between trees, those bright eyes staring at him, yet she never spoke, never approached, and always seemed so far. He was getting better at identifying dreams over reality, and he figured that he saw her those times in the dream world, and this world Iohpiel would not know or remember, but he had seen her, and missed her so.

"Why is it, that you killed it?" he asked, looking down at the ground as he took a few more steps forward, eyes of opal blues and flashing yellows and pinks unable to peel themselves from his sister. She had grown so much, and looks so different from the last time he saw her. He did not come to touch her, but to simply stand close, a gentle smile on his muzzle, and a slight wag of his tail behind him.