There was no other sight quite like the one he saw that night. Izumi bathed in moonlight, head high as she sang to the heavens. A sense of pride and belonging evident in her voice as she called out for others of the clan to join her.

Gekirin was right there, as always, keeping his bonds of loyalty to the Empress no matter what stood in his way. A prince once upon a dream, it was time that he left that part of his past behind him. And now embraced a future where he could be her right hand, a guide when she needed it most.

A friend to call upon when things got rough, or to share a happy moment such as this. Along with the rest of his emotions swirling around inside of him, for the first time in many moon, he felt completely at home. In that moment, he knew that this would always be his home, for as long as they wished him to be there.

Gekirin came closer, joining her and Osamu by their sides. A dark muzzle casted itself upwards to the heavens, letting out his own call. A voice that was deep, sensitive and filled with longing. Rising and falling like the most elegant piece of music. A trait no doubt collected from his mother, a smile appearing at the thought of her memory.