The evening had grown late and soon the sun fell to allow the moon to rise over the misty lands. Kiba was washing his talons after his hunt, belly full with meat and he trilled contently to himself, lounged on a tree branch. His gilded friend was not too far away, dozing at the edges of the forest and waited for the return of his brown before he would finally fall asleep. Everywhere seemed quiet, the rustles of small animals and maybe the odd crunching sound of herd members eating. They were all noises he was used to and allowed for him to doze under the moon's silver gaze, green eyes visible barely between golden lids. Further back, on his comfy branch, the little brown suddenly takes flight with an urgency to his pace. His keen dragon senses had noticed the footsteps of somebody he thought he knew, quickly he flapped and dived around the forest until he caught sight of the familiar form of Abel. The brown trilled to the colt, dipping to gently snag a piece of his pale mane before rising up again to look behind him. There was no sign of Nym, but Kiba knew, that his bonded's son was okay and alive out there somewhere. What was unusual, was the fact Nym was not with his brother.

The brown trilled once more before speeding back off into the woods, reaching out to touch Torasin's mind with an image of Abel.

Brown son is here!

The healer gave a startled jump at the communication before a fluttering began to invade his heart. The image he had seen and Kiba's words could only mean that Abel was in the Edge. His eldest son by a few minutes, with a disposition that had always reminded him of Brooke yet had his very green eyes. How long had it been? Oh months, seasons since he'd seen his son. Spotting Kiba, he quickly followed after at a canter, weaving around trees until finally he spotted Abel and brought his hasty gait to a halt. For a moment, he simply stood there and stared at his child, with his gaze filling up with love. It was good to know that he was safe.

"Abel! My son how have you been? It fills me with joy to see your face again though..." He angled his face to look behind the painted draft, but he was met with nothing but darkness and his gaze became troubled. "Have you and Nym parted ways?" Nym. The younger and more frail one. He looked similar to his twin though was painted in red than brown, his personality much like his own and it worried Torasin to imagine him out there all alone. Yet, Kiba had sighted him a few times over the past few months, if anything, Torasin was sure he would know if something had happened to Nym.

For now, he turned back to Abel and began to walk towards him. Reaching his soft nose out to bump it against his son's.