Havelle's blood is pumping fast and warm through her veins when she slows to greet her brother. Young Belikov, protective as always, steps up and address Havelle with concern. Havelle wheels about and trots to him, halting within conversational distance. She regards him with ears forward, eyes bright and nostrils flared. Her sides heave with exertion, but her aura is happy. This is no fearsome pursuit, but a run with a friend. Today is a rare day where Havelle can just be a child. Moments like these are exhilarating.

"Oh hi, Belikov. it's okay. Bacardi's a friend." If her cheeks weren't covered in fur, Havelle would be blushing. "Bacardi, this is my brother, Belikov." After some introductions Havelle is ready to keep going. This standing still business is for the birds. She's tired of acting so grown up, and being sad. She needs a little fun to shine a light into the darkness.

"Would you like to play with us, Belikov?", Havelle asks, wondering if her little brother is up for a game. She hopes Bacardi is up for a game. They carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. It would do them both some good to put it down for one afternoon.