-whispers- she should come back to dahliaaaaaaaaaa

The thud of his paws on the dusty ground was a sound so familiar to the male that he didnt hear them anymore. He didnt hear the intake of breath, the controlled breathing that meant he could run longer, faster, harder. He didnt hear the wind against his timber fur, multi-coloured in shades of cream, black, brown, white, cinnamon. He didnt feel that same wind whipping against his narrowed green eyes. He ran in a blur, head up and tail out horizontal to the ground. The early morning was the coolest time in the day and although summer was yet to get fully into swing, the days were becoming hotter and hotter. He'd bathed just recently and his fur clung to him in places that perhaps should have been a little more covered up. His cinnamon backed ears were pinned against his skull to make him more streamlined. And he was in his element. He was happy, a determined scowl his grin today. The only way he perhaps might have been happier is if Siku was running beside him. But she was curled asleep at home and she would remain so for a little while. There was no way that girl could be called a morning girl.


He paused on the treeline, and it was at that moment a mournful howl echoed around him. He knew he should recognise the voice and it tweaked memories in the back of his mind. But he couldnt place it. With a deep breath he took off towards the origin of the howl. It took him perhaps ten minutes to reach the northern tips of the territory and he skidded to a stop as an optime form came into veiw. It was so familiar he could have cried, but he couldnt place it. He knew her and he didnt. Frustrated he shifted into his own optime form- there was really nothing he could do about being naked. It was then that her scent hit him and her name came to him like a slap to the face,


"Magnolia? Maggie, is that you?"


He stepped forward, creamy arm reaching forward as if to hold onto her hand. He hesitated, looking over her. She wasnt a little girl anymore, that was for sure.

-whispers- she should come back to dahliaaaaaaaaaa

Her paw laid on his arm, the one he had entended. Saul allowed the grin to pass over his face as she confirmed his words. It was so good to see her, and all grown up. She didnt smell like a collective pack and Saul wondered if she was living alone now. He wondered where she'd gone to when Lolita and her sisters had left, he wondered why she didnt go with them. His green eyes wandered to hers the split second before she launched herself into his arms. Her smaller body hit his wall of muscle and he didnt move, which was impressive if he did say so himself. He wrapped strong cream arms around her teenaged form, hugging her close and spinning in a circle. It was so good to see her, he didnt even realise just how much he'd missed her. He put her down again as she licked his cheek. He gave a soft chuckle.


"How had I been? Ahh, same old. Built myself a cabin, convinced Nayru to let me heal people... the normal! And what about you? The last time I spoke to you, you were hunting for frogs in the winter."


He chuckled, remembering the day clearly. She'd been so excited to find a frog, and although Saul knew she wasnt going to find out, he'd joined her in her hunt. She looked healthy now, her darker streak turned into a longer streak on her head. He wondered what she had been up to, but he needed to let her speak first before he launched in with more questions about why the hell it had taken her this long to come home and see him.