Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
At skyfall...
- Adele, "Skyfall"
March 10th; Evening; Light snow showers; 16 ° F, -9 ° C
For the past few weeks Rook had been busy going back and forth from the dilapidated tree to the mud-filled bear den, taking matters into his own paws when it came to readying the place for his parents. Since his talk with the Cut Rock River Leader, things had become a little clearer, but there was no doubt in the fact that the opportunity had finally come. He had been dragging his paws down the frost-covered tree trunk of a cedar with crooked boughs when he took notice of something that was out of the norm - his parents' scents, that particular musk and perfume that could have easily complimented each other just as fresh rainfall did with the aroma of fresh blackberries. They had finally arrived.
Immediately, the youth planted his forepaws back into the snow, the excitement sending him running through their tracks and to the spot where they had finally come to rest not to far from the underground burrow. All these long months without a proper companion to keep and now the Lyalls of Grizzly Hollow had finally returned. Panting, as he went, he let out a few short howls as to alert his companions to his parents' arrival. Upon seeing them he greeted them with a few barks. Apart from the chirps of songbirds huddling together overhead and the whispers in the last of the winter winds, he was quite possibly the first to welcome back his Lord and Lady.
"You're here," he whispered, his lungs burning from the chill. Like a cub, he wormed his way around the both of them, nuzzling his sides against theirs and bending his elbows and knees as to greet his mother first with a lick to her chin. "I've missed you both so much," he murmured into Jaysyek's fur before withdrawing from her and eyeing Borden with a cautious stare. "The old den is just over there."
This was the moment of truth; everything that Rook had worked so hard for since arriving to Relic Lore had all led to this very instant, and he had done it without his sister. By now he had believed that he had become so much more than he had ever dared to anticipate, but everything ultimately depended on the state of his father's mental health and how Borden would take it all in.
"Come," he beckoned to them, walking slowly over to where he had helped Ryvet clear away most of the debris, dirt, and snow from the entrance of their old lair. "It's..." His heart could have burst in his chest; and, in that moment he had never wanted anything more than to hear and see for himself that his expedition had not been in vain. "It's all right, Dad. We're here... You're- You're home."
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.