5/11/2026, 2:34 AM
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I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC
3-3-3 OC
SpeechEmotional Actions Thoughts
Altair let the name settle between them for a moment, his pale gaze sweeping over Cedar with measured interest. Briar had spoken of her brothers, but words rarely did justice to presence—and Cedar carried himself with the kind of quiet confidence Altair could respect.
A slow smile pulled at his muzzle as he inclined his head in return, though there was something assessing in the gesture, something deliberate.
I am.His voice came low and even, smooth as the fog curling around their legs.
He held Cedar’s stare for a beat longer before his tail gave a slow flick behind him.
Briar speaks of her family often enough that I’d have recognized the resemblance even through all this.His gaze drifted briefly to the crimson shades woven through Cedar’s coat, then returned to his face.
Though I’ll admit, I expected more hostility from an elder brother finding his sister in another wolf’s territory.
There was the faintest edge of amusement there, subtle but intentional, as he took a step closer—not threatening, simply closing the distance enough to make clear he would not shrink back.
Still, if she trusts you enough to bring you here, then you’re welcome.He tipped his head slightly, studying him anew.
Tell me, Cedar—should I be preparing for an interrogation, or is Briar’s judgment enough to spare me that particular trial?
