As Hajin sat upright upon the canvas pallet, the slight shift of the wool blankets caused Juna's silver wolf ears to twitch violently.
The divine wolf girl sat up with a sudden, startled gasp, her eyes widening in disbelieving joy as she saw him looking directly into her face.
"Hajin!" Juna cried, throwing her arms around his neck with desperate, trembling intensity that nearly knocked him back onto the cot.
Her fluffy white wolf tail flared outward in radiant, ecstatic waves, wrapping around his waist and side like a living silk cocoon of pure devotion.
Tears of pure, overwhelming relief spilled down her cheeks, dampening the collar of his tunic as she buried her face deeply into the crook of his neck.
"You are awake... you are truly back with us," Juna sobbed softly, her voice muffled against his leather collar as she held him with all her divine strength.
