Dear Taigitsune-- the physical embodiment of a portmanteau between a tiger and a kitsune,

The sweetness of a cool summer's breeze wiping away the heated sweat from a tired brow compares nothing to your kindness to another. A moment spent with you feels like an eternity, filled with knowledge and jubilant laughter. Your spirit is always as high as the clouds, looking down below at the insects that scurry in no decipherable pattern, as if they have lost their way. With a gentle nudge, you move them back into their place to allow them to grow-- metamorphose. The trust in you needed not to be earned, but could be felt from your honoring presence; it is to just be as it is. The mellifluous words that pour gracefully from your maw are like an endless scene of cascades, bursting with light and casting speckles of dancing colors into the eyes of the listener. The only comparison to your generosity could be a saint. Never has the world seen one quite like you.
One could never have asked for a better brother than you. No one deserves a brother as warm as you.

Your brother,
Falconpunch