SOUND THE ALARM // Tanglewood Visitors

[BLOODHOUND.]

The mountains reminded Bloodhound of home. The cool air, how beautiful they were in the summer... all of it was held so dear to their heart. It was like being on Talos again. They half expected to hear their uncle calling to them, urging them to come hunting with him. Emotion swelled in their chest as their eyes followed the slopes and peaks, as they breathed that fresh mountain breeze.

Home.

Oh, how they missed their home.

And yet... Tanglewood was now slowly becoming a home to them as well. Their house, full of crows, and a nest of blankets in its heart. They are pulled from their reverie, as Vigenere speaks, his voice muffled by the basket handle. Their ears tilt in their leader's direction, taking in his words.

"You have been here before?" They ask, interested. Perhaps he would have a story to tell. Perhaps they would, too. Of home. Of their uncle. Of the mountainsong in their chest.

Another question, this time about Snowbound. It was their first time hearing the word, and they mouthed it, tasting the word upon their tongue. "No, I have not heard of it."

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.