She had missed him, yes, perhaps more than he could (or would) ever know. Even during their two years of (not so constant) separation, she had not felt such an emptiness without her boy of song; since they had reunited for good at the edge of their new world, things had been different. Though she missed her family and the one's she had known since birth, she had adjusted much faster than she had ever anticipated - with her Swallowbane beside her, it seemed things came easier for her. She had become more confident, more jovial and eager to begin her new life within not only Spirane but the New Moladion as they called it. She wished to learn more of the healing arts - to learn of the strange other worlds and star gazing that Mother Moonglow spoke of. She wished to become something more, something better but above all else - she wished to become something worthy of Swallowbane's affections. He was so proud and strong willed but she? She was full of air and danced in the wind with her heads in the cloud. She could not help but fear that he would one day seek one more... earthly than she.

But he had been missing for days, it seemed, and though she desired to leave her den in play - she was not able to. She felt heavy and slow when she shifted and even when the hares and mice beckoned her, she resisted and merely remained in silence. She had no reason to sing nor dance without the song of her life present; for days she had waited, but now it seemed with the storm came her boy. Atop the mountain side she saw him move, for he was unmistakable to her; his pelt the colour of the forests with those midnight legs. She could see him well and as if a very storm had filled her, she rose to her feet with sudden lightness. In a blur of white and joy she shot forward, her petite body hurled towards the mountain side as she leapt and bound her way upwards. She had become skilled during her stay, her slender paws and natural grace allowing her to traverse the mountain slops and stones effortlessly. To her it seemed as if only seconds had passed before she rose to the peak, her opalescent gaze resting on her boy's familiar form; he, however, did not appear as light as she for he lay in silence with the darkest of auras hovering over him. As she approached, her head twisted about in search of the storm that was sure to come - still, it lingered far off and did not explain the tension around them. It must have been him; she whined at the realisation, her ears flicking back across her skull and head lowering as she came to stand beside him.

She whined again, low and earnest as she extended her muzzle closer to him - she met his gaze, then, wide eyed and curious. She had not seen him in such a way before and it baffled her; had she done something wrong? His mother and father were well, that she knew, and there had been no losses anywhere within Spirane. A quick once over with her gaze proved that he had not received injury either - then what could it be?

"My boy, are you being okay?" she finally queried in a low, wind chime tone. Then in one fluid movement, she fell to her stomach, her paws dangling limply over the stones in front of her, head rested atop her outstretched limbs. Her gaze did not break from him for her eyes were for him - and only him. Not even the storm that brewed in the distance could pull them away from him.