Since the homecoming of my sisters, I would be lying if I said I had not kept a watchful eye over my two youngest siblings. Though they spent much and more of their time together, a closeness between them that only littermates knew, when they did separate I would often find myself following Idunn from a distance. These past few months, in her absence, Haven and I had finally begun to build a relationship. It was something that had been denied of us in the turmoil of her youth. When our parents had died Taliesin had swept them away to Diveen to keep them safe, and I would forever be indebted to him for that action. But I could hardly deny that there was a part of me that pined for the intimacy he shared with them. To learn more about my wandering sister, I would follow her every so often such as I did today. Maintaining a sizeable distance, I would observe her from afar as she roamed throughout the pack lands. Of course I tended to other things as I went, remarking borders and scoping out herds of elk for future hunts. But I wanted to get to know my sister Idunn better, and as I watched her from afar I felt like I was learning little by little about her, while letting her continue on her wandering way.

I rested upon an outcropping of rock above her, behind the sheep that she had found. For a moment I considered descending the rock face and pushing them towards her, engaging in a hunt to break the barriers of distance that I had put between us for some unknown reason. But the thought was short lived, as a howl broke through the crisp, salubrious mountain air. My head lifted, tilting towards the boundaries, but a single ear flicked back at the sound of the bighorns as they fled from the noise. As they ascended through the precarious rocky surfaces, they darted past me without so much as a glance, and just as the last one bounded past me I rose suddenly and gave it a fright. It stumbled and nearly lost its footing, but regained its balance and continued on with a small limp. Eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring at its weakness, storing the possibility of returning to dispatch its life within the next few days.

For now, however, my attention turned back to where Idunn had stood, finding her lips turned towards the sky and releasing an answering call. Her voice was beautiful, a symphony of tones that replied to that which had summoned me. And a small smile quirked my maw as I angled my own muzzle skyward, adding my voice to hers. Not only did it inform the summoner know that I had heard her, but it let Idunn know I was close and coming as well. My notes lasted only moments longer than hers, but when I lowered my nose and looked for her she was gone. It mattered not, for she would simply arrive to greet our visitor before me. I edged my way down the narrow sheep track, and when I hit level ground I loped after Idunn in a relaxed manner, unhurried in my pursuit of her.

When they came within view, I immediately glanced over the unknown wolf. Her pelt was of black and crimson, a combination not unknown to me. It was not the long ego that Aithne had come calling at our borders and the two of us had orchestrated an affable alliance between our packs. But just because she bore the trademark hues of Iromar did not mean that she had to belong to the swamps. Even so, as I jogged closer to the duo, my nostrils flared to take in her scent, and the unmistakable notes of the moors of Iromar were present upon the air. I moved to stand beside my sister, touching my shoulder to hers in silent greeting. But my gaze was focused upon the dark form of the stranger who Idunn had already greeted. A good-natured grin touched my lips, ears pivoted forward to rest upon her as I said, “Good day, neighbor; I am Daenerys, I believe you were in search of me?” The call had been quite clear in that, but just like Idunn I was curious for what reason she had come calling.