I am, mostly…
He frowned, his brows pinching together as he studied his younger sister. She spoke softly, elaborating on her previous words and causing Greer’s ears to fall against his skull. Guilt formed a lump in his throat, causing his mercury gaze to fall to the space between them. The Archer’s had a tendency to wander, for the shadow’s age mates had disappeared at a young age; forging their own paths in the word as they left the willows behind. He seldom thought about them, mostly because he chose to believe that they were happy elsewhere and that death had not paid either of them a visit. Not like his parents.
His lips tightened over his teeth as his tail hung, limp, between his legs. “Greer sorry,” he responded after a pregnant pause, his voice barely above a whisper. He and Morganna had left the ridge to seek a life beyond the southern eden. The shadow wished he could have given his parents a proper goodbye before he followed his sister north. “Happy Willow survive,” he added as he raised his silver gaze once more, a sheepish smile sprawling across his dark features. Even though his parents had fallen Greer was happy to see the Ridge continue to flourish, even if their numbers were dwindling. He would visit soon—there were little Archer’s running around after all. He just hoped he was still welcome, even after he had fled for the north.
He was not expecting his sister’s response and took a startled step back, his eyes widening as she bumped into him. His plume immediately raised and wagged excitedly behind him, for his sister’s reaction was infectious. “Aurora Heights,” the alpha responded quickly, his tone much more relaxed as the words rolled off his tongue: “Rav see. Welcome always.” His legs vibrated with excitement at the idea of his silver sister meeting both his mate and his daughter—two things he was sure none of his family members ever expected him to obtain. “Daughter; Revon Archer.” It was when the name tumbled off his tongue that Greer realized how similar the little fox’s name was to Ravenna’s. Good, he thought absently to himself, his lips curling upward at the thought.