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for Caan ! sorry this is very overdue :')

fa'liya had been lingering at the fringe of the woods since dawn, tracing her path for so long that the girl’s paws had begun to worry trenches into the snow, pacing a few lengths before circling back again.

she had not seen her brother since her first life. not properly, at least, and she'd been dreading the reunion. her fear was not an entirely senseless thing after so many months apart—she did not know what to expect. she did not even know if he would recognize her. the pack was growing with new faces day after day, and she'd made herself scarce in the face of them—even him—in her anxiousness.

but today, she told herself, todayshe would brave herself, if only to spare herself an awkward introduction later.

twigs snap in the distance, and her ears cant forward to catch it. her neck stretches subconsciously, huffing at the wind, searching. a thin breath wisped from her, soft against the gray hush. she followed his scent like father had taught, and finally his figure came to view. black against stark white snow.

caan?

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sorry for the wait, please tell me if this doesn't make sense i think i'm starting to come down sick lol

Caan still spent many idle hours down by the lake's edge, staring into the deep dark depths, but the boy had begun to range as of late. To be still caused an unease for the boy currently slotted to inherit the band. New faces within the Sun Clan brought new eyes to judge the injured boy. Caan had only just gotten his father's attention, he could not lose it yet.

Nutuyikruk had less time for him with Aivar now tethered to her. The stormcloak chose to stay, regardless of his mistakes. The hunter did not have Caan's full trust, but the boy would secretly admire the gall the man had. With a lack of care for how the clan perceived him, Aivar was privileged in a way that Caan envied.

During his internal musings, a voice called for his attention. This in itself was not unusual, but the voice caused the boy to pause. It was soft, small, and unfamiliar. Turning his head over his shoulder, Caan found a delicate girl of shadowed hues. A petite, scrawny thing. He had not met this wolf in the Saastine, but his mind immediately pinned a name to herface.

With rounded eyes, Caan called out in turn. Fa'liya?