"Cousin... Cousin!"
Rufus eased his hand on a bow, lowering the weapon with the arrow pressed between two fingers.
He was surrounded by the giant canopy of the forests, hunting for game in broad daylight. The catch he spotted disappeared with the wind, trampling the leaves on the dry ground.
"Arlen?" Hearing his brother's voice did not make any sense. Arlen should be thousands of miles away- out of reach and sight.
Rufus gazed into the distance, trying to look past the trees in his way, but all his eyes could see beyond the branches and the crooked path was the mountain view and the great river.
"Cousin..."
The voice resounded behind him, and he whirled around. "Arlen." Rufus drops the weapon, reaching the other in four wide leaps.
Arlen wore the same outfit he had left in and looked fragile. Rufus held him carefully, afraid he might break the omega if he clung on too tight.
"What are you doing here?" It was the right question.
