It was strange, how the song of the forest forever called Cvijet back into its all encompassing depths, no matter how far from it she dared to roam. Since she had found happiness in Saw Tooth all those long years ago, she had never been able to put it out of her mind. The trees were good to her, providing shelter, cover and a calm embrace into which she could crawl whenever the ghosts of her past came back to haunt her. She also found it a place of particularly rich pickings, especially when her second pair of eyes scouted so well from above. He flew just below the tree line, dipping when he discovered a carcass, and Cvijet had learnt to read the signs well. The pair did not communicate with each other at all, but both had learnt to exploit the other when it came to scavenging. The pied raven would wheel and caw, circling above his next meal as ravens are prone to do, and the silvery girl would follow. In return, he was her shadow during a hunt, and would steal slivers of rich meat from whatever creature she had managed to bring down. Now, he had landed in the boughs of a great fir tree to preen, and Cvijet decided not to linger for him. Something important was drawing her onward; the scent of her brother.

She had been reunited with Holo a few days prior, and she hadn't realized how much she had missed him until she had once again laid eyes on his beloved maw. But there, in that glade, he had shared with her a secret that tore her heart in two. She bit back a gasp of grief, fighting to keep the thought out of her head. She had disappeared for awhile to mourn, but had decided upon her return to the living world, that she would find her brother again and, this time, she wouldn't leave him. He had moved with a purpose, his three legs eating up the ground with surprising swiftness, and the female had to lope to match the pace she imagined had been his traveling motion. The shadows shifted aound her and she sensed that she was drawing close, as his howl filtered through the undergrowth. Raising her pert head, she readied herself to reply, but snapped her jaws shut before the cool liquid of her tones had time to erupt from her chest. There, a little further away, another wolf had answered the call. Although this in itself was not strange, Cvijet thought she recognized the waver at the end. Moving more cautiously, she breached the tree line and came upon the scent markers of a strange pack. There, a little ways away, stood her brother ensconced in the ruff of Moth. For a moment, the world fell away.

Cvijet was not Moth's flesh and blood, but she had been Faol'an's daughter from another mating. She had followed her father until he found happiness in the chest fur of this cream-colored fatale. Shortly after their pups were born, she had left. When she returned a few months later to visit, she had discovered her father's scent was stale and Moth reeked of a new male. It had filled Cvijet with anger and confusion, but she had not seen her father since. Until a few days ago, that is. At the thought, she choked back a cry. Once she had regained her composure, she realized she had not moved from where she stood at the end of the trees, uncertain of her welcome and even more indecisive regarding her own feelings. She wasn't sure whether she was happy or still seething with anger from days past.

Moth's muzzle was flecked with grey, and she moved as though her joints ailed her. Cvijet immediately thought of what could help her; a birchbark poultice, some nettle and juniper berries for the pain. She couldn't help herself, it was in her nature and her blood to heal, just as her flesh-mother and step-mother before her. Her green eyes softened slightly. Whatever the sins of the past, she could not linger in unforgiveness forever. Deciding at last, she moved closer to the duo, her voice quiet when she spoke,

“My but its good to see you both!”

OOC: blegh:( sorry for suckiness, was in a rush!