As a Pup, you played with Amber all the time, catching butterflies, running through streams, chasing each other through the trees and underbrush, and play fighting. You were basically inseparable, until you got older. Amber began his training as pack leader, and you stayed with your pack to help raise your siblings.

It wasn't until he returned as an adult that you both met again.

His big fluffy curls from childhood now framed his sharp features, his golden eyes shining even more as he smiles wide. "I thought I smelled something familiar." He muses, but you can see the utter joy in his eyes, and his wagging tail behind him.

Your tail wagged too, but you couldn't help feeling a strange flutter in your chest. As a pup and juvenile, you never felt this way when looking at him, but after his return, you can't help it.

"Come here, I need a proper greeting, right?" He leans forward, trying to get you to sniff him in return. Although a normal greeting for your kind, you somehow feel like his scent may be different, maybe even better than you remember.