Across the tundra she flies, her white, black and red speckled fur whipping all about her with the wind. Long and strong limbs burn with a pleasant energy, for she has been running for how long she does not know, but she knows that she simply must go on. There is something ahead that she much reach, something important, even if she does not know what it is. Nor can she see it. There is white, and more white, and then more white for as far as her eyes can see. It seems to be a neverending sea of snow and ice and perhaps she will never reach the end of it. Or perhaps there is no end to begin with at all. Though Iophiel lays upon the cool stone with her eyes half closed, she is not asleep. Or rather, she does not consider herself to be. For now she is within her own mind and in that allowing her to connect to all around her. All the memories that do not belong to her, all the thoughts and ideas and experiences. In her minds eye, her fur is the same pattern as her own, but her shape is enormously different. She is thicker, stockier, and much, much larger. In her minds eye she is an ice bear who reigns as King of the tundra, with not a fear or care for another in the world. And though it is cold air all around, there is a deep and molten warmth within her core that knows no bounds. But there is something that draws her back to common reality, that has her dark nose twitching and her bright eyes widening in their recognition. He is here.

With agile swiftness, Iophiel is launching from her previous relaxed position, and bounding toward the source of the scent. He is not far, and she hopes he never truly will be, for since their first meeting, and then second, they have yet to find each other again. But, perhaps, on this day, she might be inclinced to follow him home to see more of him, to learn more of him. She knows he is of the Mountains, and they are a glorious thing she has yet to explore and know in Moladion. Mountains in other lives and other lands had been wondrous, but the Mountains of her perhaps beloved were something new all together. It was his life, his home- it was him. They barely knew one another, but since the very beginning Iophiel had held him close and dear to her. They were nothing close to mates, or even really friends, but she still felt such a way all the same. She was his and he was hers, even if such a thing was never voiced. But it showed in her gaze that searched for him, pleased with herself when she finally spotted his rich chocolate and caramel frame. He was magnificent in all his glory, and she admired him so from her vantage point. For, within the crags, there were many rock faces and the one she had been perched atop was above his own. With a feline twitch of her tail, excitement is simply rolling off of her before she moves. Powerful paws and legs push her equally large frame- though not as impressive as Taliesin's own- down the face of the rock as she bounds from side to side of the rockface. In this manner she quickly richoets down toward him before finally launching herself past him.

The grace she moves with has been learned from watching many a large cat traverse many a land. Though there is almost always a deep hatred between the species, Iophiel has always felt a fascination with the immense felines. The way they move, the way they think- they are predator like she, after all, and they have much to learn and offer one another. But now is the time for him, and even as she lands she pivots on her paws to face him, an eager smile upon her features as she watches him. Holding still for no length of time, she moves toward him, her words responding to his own and the way he had called out to her, only with an added bit of.. possessiveness. "My Taliesin." And she does not stop at that. In fact, she does not stop until she can nudge her muzzle just beneath his own and then upward, her bump of affection all too clear before she pulls away, pristine white and black tail waving behind her in her happiness. Tilting her skull to one side as she speaks, she wonders at him and how he is, but her words are given differently. "The Mountains have not swallowed you whole and I am so glad for it." A glint of mischevious nature hints within her starbursted gaze as well as the smile upon her features. It is good to be so free and to think about all and so many things. Iophiel hoped that her imprint might be of like mind, though, truly, any way he was would be perfect for him.