Hearthwood River serotinal sorrows

@Matheo <3 Ris misses him.

It had been far too long since she had seen Theo. She'd only gotten home a couple of days ago, and since she hadn't run into her littermate by chance, she decided that it was about time for her to seek him out on her own. Which, of course, was easier said than done. After being away from home for over a month, it would take a bit of time for her to refamiliarize herself with each individual scent enough to be able to pick them out and track them through the territory. She still smelled a lot like Wild Rye Fields herself, and part of her hoped that it never rubbed off. She missed her friends and family over at the Fields already, but not quite as much as she missed her littermate.

"Th-Th-Theo?" the girl called in her usual stuttery voice, silver eyes scanning around to try and spot his reddish tawny pelt through the forest. She had forgotten a lot about the territory, so she wasn't traveling as confidently as she used to. She wasn't tripping over her own two feet or anything, but she was absolutely not one hundred percent confident that she knew where she was going. For all she knew, she could be following Inna's scent trail.

Speaking of, she made a mental note to seek out her big sister after she found her littermate.

Mathéo wasn’t surprised that his sister was seeking him out, but he was maybe a little surprised it had taken her so long to do it.  Heck, he’d met their brother after her return before seeing Risaela again, despite being able to smell her in the territory.  And sure, there was no reason he couldn’t seek her out himself, but it kind of felt like if she actually wanted to see him, she’d come.  It wasn’t like he hid, or slept anywhere different than the others.
 
So he was a little surprised.  And he might have been just a little hurt, too, but if that were the case, he certainly wasn’t going to give any voice to it.
 
The young Tainn glanced up, winding his way through the trees at the sound of his sister’s voice.  “Risa?” he rumbled quietly, tail swishing behind him.  Large paws padded quietly and he hummed, head tipped to one side as he observed her.  It had only been a month, but she looked so different.  So big now!  Did he look big, too?  He certainly hoped so.  He didn’t want to be a small wolf forver.
 
“What’s wrong?”
 
He assumed, on some level, that something must be wrong.