Sacre was on his way back from patrol having dawdled along in the pretty Secret Grove gawking at the scenery whilst his foxes played amongst the willows. On his way, the young stallion had taken a detour and purposefully missed the Thistle Meadow knowing what pain it brought. It had taken a bit longer as he had travelled to towards the Veins and past the Rotunda, but his heart wasn’t as heavy in his chest. However, this time Sacre had stopped at the two diverging ways and contemplated cutting across the Meadow he had been born in and the Meadow that had also brought death with it. It made his throat go tight. Still, was he going to avoid it forever? Perhaps duty would one day bring him to this place again and he wouldn't be able to avoid it. Perhaps it was best to face the memories now rather than later. In the end, it had been the gentle nudges of two troublesome foxes that nursed him forward, their intrusive bonds soothing his chaotic mind. Travelling into the Meadow now, as the sun rose and the night faded away, it wasn’t easy but it got better slightly with every grief stricken stride.

His cloven hooves sank deep into the muddy ground, the last remnants of winter lingered stubbornly as spring beckoned and awoke, hopefully the days would soon be much warmer. 

It was then that Sacre heard a muffled thud of a Pegasus landing and he looked up from his moping to spot a familiar hybrid. It was Ranjiri! How long had it been since he’d seen her? It was odd that he recognized her so well, she was part of a past memory that was still so vivid of Roux and the dead colt, but still he knew very little about the mare. Apart from she was nice and they lived in the same herd. However, that was all Sacre needed to know as he bounced into a lively trot and chased after her.

She seemed to have spotted something or someone and Sacre squinted his eyes to see past her. Who was it? He was red with two white stockings; his mane fell in dark folds and a white horn sat atop his head. He was familiar, shockingly familiar, he was blood and Sacre’s other half. A jolt went through the red stained boy as tears welled into his eyes and his heart leapt with joy. Inari bounced and sprinted forward "it’s Roux!" he shouted with glee into the halls of Sacre’s singing mind as Ríona followed in utter bemusement. All this time and after all this searching, there he was.

"Roux!" he yelled after his twin and burst into a sudden gallop. Flying towards Ranjiri and on to his brother, tears soaking into his red streaked face that beamed in elation and hinted with relief. Hooves pounded and hearts soured, two foxes held their tails aloft as they ran with their horned friend until finally Sacre slammed all on to stand before Roux and held out a gentle nose to try touch his blind brother. "I’ve missed you" the words dropped out of his mouth and were laden with devotion. His body trembled for a moment before slowly the excitement began to abate a little and finally he was able to raise his head, smiling his usual brilliant brash grin at his brother "where have you been?" he prodded. Did he know about mother? Time would tell.

Finally he turned to Ranjiri with an apologetic look, hoping he hadn’t offended her in his rush of joyous reunion "Ranjiri! It’s good to see you again" he beamed towards her like sunlight. His world had suddenly exploded into colour.