Was it possible to give birth to your own siblings? She supposed it was a question better addressed to, say, Tesseract but nonetheless, she had to wonder. The three of them had grown and had finally become at least a little independent, though each day they proved to be more and more like flashbacks to her own childhood. She had to cringe the first time Mana gave her attitude reminiscent of her own when she had been a child. If she could, she would've sent the girl back in time to give Azrael a real reason to complain. Rogue had warmed up to them, too, and despite it all, she did believe it brought the two of them closer. Still, looking into their little faces reminded her of one wolf that she likely should have visited sooner. Oh, Sleekwing, curse your soul for being the one that itched at her all night.

It was good, too, to get out of Glorall and Diveen and truly stretch her muscles, testing her nose once more as she examined each scent as she began her trek towards Spirane. Daenerys had taken the pack back, that much was for certain, and so it only made sense to find Sleekwing there, right? If not, then it'd be worth it anyway. The mountains were truly quite... nice, particularly in fall as the leaves began to crumble. Of course, she hadn't intended on getting there so late in the evening but regardless, it couldn't be helped: there was a lot to eavesdrop on and a lot of new scents to ponder on. But where was she supposed to find him? It wouldn't exactly be proper to just waltz on in even if both Glorall and Diveen had sort of treaty... but it sure was tempting. She'd wait, though, at least for a while. Maybe that nagging feeling would kick in again and she'd just be able to magically assume his location.

As luck would have it, that wasn't needed. Upon the darkening horizon came a wolf that seemed to absorb all her attention at once like a fierce wind. Her head snapped instantly to meet the approach, her body rising from where she had been sitting as her tail instinctively gave a wave. Judging by that... yes, she had found him or rather, he had unintentionally found her. She supposed when it came to imprints, though, nothing ever seemed all that unintentional. With a bouncing step, she loped towards him, recoiling slightly at the sight of his heaving and the heavy scent of excessive exercise. He looked... quite... ragged, really. Regardless, he at least seemed in better condition than their encounter in the crags. That was a positive.

"I bet you didn't expect to find me here. Out hunting for intruders, are you?"

She japed slightly, a brow raising as she dared a glance into his eyes. He looked much better, but she couldn't help herself. She might not have been needed but she sure wanted to visit anyway.