Thump.

Edison dropped the dead rabbit in front of the younger fox, a loud call leaving his sharp beak as he flew overhead. The kite circled low until, finally, he landed on the withers of his bondmate. The bird had been watching from the skies, flying high before Roux, guiding him towards his brother. The red predator snatched the rabbit with ease, his aging process faster than the fox's, and he was already fully plumed and excellent at flying and hunting. His months on this earth were fruitful with the help of his unicorn soulmate. Together, the pair had grown into a great team. Edison sent Roux images when the sunlight took away the bloody colt's vision, and Roux kept the bird safe when he was but a hatchling, nestled in his mane like a nest. Their love was strong and tight, rivaling that which the unicorn felt towards his twin.

They had been apart for some time, since Sacre and Ranjiri had found him outside the cave. That was weeks past, and the large wound that ripped open Roux's shoulder was scarred over, though it was still tender to the touch. Roux knew it would heal, in time. "Brother!" The younger twin called out, moving his body in a careful trot towards his brother's scent. Edison kept giving him images of the fields, pinpointing Sacre's location so that Roux came to stand just before his brother, slightly to his own right. Reaching out with his ebony dipped muzzle, the boy placed a gentle nudge on Sacre's left shoulder. "How have you been, Sacre?" Roux asked, sightless eyes roving around in their sockets. Edison moved images of Sacre's face--his crystalline blue eyes, so much like their mother and sister; his red-stained lines, reminiscent of their father; of his red, spiral horn, so much like his own. They were welcome images, and they pulled Roux's charcoal lips into a small smile.

Roux had no idea of the storm going on inside his brother's head. He, on his own, had been travelling, slowly, back towards the Aurora Basin, where his parents were and where he believed he belonged. He knew better, deep down, he knew he belonged at Sacre's side, but the two year old would not make the decision himself. "Edison, play with Inari." Roux commanded, gently. The bird lifted his wings and glided down to the grass where the fox was, with the meal that the kite had dropped before him. Edison blinked his large, yellow eyes and nipped gently at the pup's ears. It was unusual, for foxes and birds were enemies--hunting and eating each other for the length of history and time.