sorry for delay, on vacation. With the long months, years, of training and practice, the Russo set himself to waiting for someone to greet him. He was a stranger on the borders of a pack notorious for their behavior and ideals. They were a dangerous crew from what information he had managed to dig up. Despite that, the Russo knew that no one stood a chance against him if set his mind to the matter. Tall, hulking, and broad chested, he was a terror to anyone who dared cross him when his usual calm and peaceful demeanor was absent. And it was most definitely absent. The raging monster inside was cool and calm, more of a deadly quiet than a peaceful one. Anatoliy was no monster, not even with Keese. He had attacked the man on more than one occasion and he had attacked Niro in defense of his sister and his own hurt feelings. But in the end, he was the same Anatoliy. Right?
Anatoliy did not know who was coming to meet him, but he heard them and smelled them before they appeared. At first the smell was only the nondescript unvarying scent of the borders and the faint scent of a person approaching. Soon enough he could smell enough to set his heart racing. His sister had to be coming to meet him, even if she smelled different, changed. A hand went to steady himself against the broad trunk of an old tree, the rough bark beneath his palms soothing him and his racing heart. He did not know what to say, even though he had so much planned out for this moment. He wanted to scream, and still hold his sister close. He missed her and he felt the longing of family pound against his rib cage. Anann and he were family now. Someday, they might have young ones to carry on their names but for now it was just two. Anatoliy still longed for a family, his own. And part of his was coming to meet him.
Liliya appeared from wherever she had come, standing before him grown proud. There was something strange about her but he had no idea what it could have been. He shrugged it off as his coyote gold eyes stared at the woman, his only sister. Liz had been gone for a while now and that scar was old enough to no longer ache. "Liliya," he said softly as he gazed at her. She did not move at him though he swore he could see her shoulders quaking. All his anger, confusion, and betrayal raced out of him as he rushed at his sister to wrap her in his broad arms.
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