Paws of the fairest white bring the young female wolf swifty to the land of the mountains. A week she had spent in the wooded packland, one called Taviora, with her eldest brother Starfall, and after that week she had been drawn here. Years had passed since her last visit- it had been the last place she had been in all of Moladion before she had taken her leave. The boy of rich, warm chocolates and gold remains ever fresh in her memory, his appearance as well as scent forever carried within her very soul. She knew he had been her imprint, and though they had been apart for some time, she also knew it had not changed. Perhaps that was why her paws had brought her to the mountains, or perhaps it was her simple inclination to folllow the wind and the breeze. Either way, Iophiel was fast approaching the Father of the wolf she saught, though she was not yet quite aware. Because she came from the North of the mountains, where the forest lay, she was indeed at the same point that Fenrir was. Fate had an interesting way of playing things out, as did the stars themselves.

Curious violet eyes with their starburst of yellow around the pupil seek out the black fourm of the male, one whose scent tantalized her senses and brought forth vivid memories of years gone past. While it was indeed true the wolf was only five, Iophiel was truly aged beyond her years, having spent more than several life times in her journies throughout the worlds and their borders. There was so much that others did not know, and it was with a certain gleam in her gaze that she approached this wolf, his call for the leader of the mountain wolves not unheard in her endeavors. A casual and easy bark is tossed from her own lips, giving him a generous alert to her presence. His scent is one of her imprint, and yet not so entirely, and with a quick and clever mind the wolf knows that this is his Father, and there is simple amusment there for her. Her own Father, fabled assassin Azrael extraordinare was an interesting creature, and she wondered what sort of Father the wolf had who the stars had bound her with. She might soon find out, as bold white paws bring her to the right side of the male, though a respectful distance is kept. Wouldn't want to get too close, now.

Intense violet eyes are allowed to fall upon his face, taking in the features there and how his son so closely resembles him, the words falling from her lips so plain and simple, as if the most casual thing in the world. "Yoa've almost the same eyes as heem." For the pair she found to hopefully stare back at her were as pale as his, though the younger version was richer in tone and colour, and with flecks of paler opalescent shades throughout. Iophiel does not recline, as she is not inclinced to currently relax, rather content in her action of simply gazing upon the other. Who he called for, and perhaps even his son, would come when they would, and both of the wolves would be waiting for them all the same. Whether or not he tolerated her, or minded her, was entirely up to him, and regardless, she would not be taking her leave. They were both simply on the borders, after all, and just so happened to be in the same area. Blame fate for the sheer dumb luck of it, but not the wolf herself that found herself there.