Well. This certainly isn't the reunion you hoped for.
But it's certainly a more realistic than what you envisioned. More in line with your uh... family dynamic. If we're being honest.
Back up a second. Here's what happens. You lose track of the girls. Nothing unusual. They vanish all the time, but they always pop back up, like mildly terrifying daisies. A week passes. Then two.
Then four.
Before you know it, it's been two months and your wild little sisters are nowhere to be found. Again, not the most unusual - except usually they leave a sign, a scent, a rotting carcass with telltale teeth marks. Something. This time, though, there's nothing. No love notes made of hair, no little totems of small animal skulls. They've straight up poof'd.
So what do you do? Go after them, of course.
A series of misadventures occur. You fall through a portal. Your beautifully crafted prosthetic arm breaks, leaving you with one hand that's functional and one that's basically a mace strapped onto your shoulder. You find some traveling merchants and join them, still tracking Tae and Grusha. You worry about them all the damn time.
You needn't.
Which brings us to now. You stand in a tightly huddled circle with a handful of strangers, panic running rampant in your brain, trying to calculate the best way to get out of this situation: shift into a corgi and run the fuck away, or stay human and use your prosthetic as a weapon while yelling in an attempt to give the others a chance at escape (you were never the best at math)? You've just settled on the former, reaching with your right hand to undo the straps of your left, when the larger of the wolves steps forward. The pack of human shifts, twittering in fear, moving around you-
-and you find yourself face to face with the massive beast, which would be terrifying, except, goddamnit, you know this fucking wolf.
"Grusha!" you exclaim, anger and fear and relief combining to make your voice something of a roar, which in different circumstances would confuse you immensely. "Fin jin hell hash yer doing? Hash yer elat tat eat these chomak?!" You sound like your mother, all indignation and fury. It's a weird sound, coming out of your powerfully unthreatening face.
But- really? Eating people? You thought you raised them a little better than this. You also thought that when you found them again they'd be scared and alone and happy to see you, but kid, that was your mistake. Tae and Grusha have never needed you - but hey, keep telling yourself that.
"Where's your sister?" you demand, looking around for the smaller of the troublesome twins. You're rarely this furious, but these two have a habit of bringing out the best in you. "D'you know how long I've been looking for you? To find you hunting innocent people?"
Calm down. Take a breath. I love you. I worried about you. I went through a portal to another goddamn world for you. Don't you dare pull this shit on me again.
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translation: What the hell are you doing? Were you going to eat these people?!
Z E R O
don't care what it cost - no ray of sunlight's ever lost!
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