Cvijet was free; free as an albatross winging across the cerulean blue of the ocean's waves. Her muscles bunched and rippled beneath her pelt as she ran, and steam rose from her back, the heat of her body soothed by the still-crisp spring air. She felt strong and invigorated, her worries erased by the excitement of a fresh cycle, and the scent of new life on the breeze. Everywhere the cries of birthing mothers swirled haphazardly, pained but happy, a kind of song glorifying Fenrir for the blessings he saw fit to pour out on wolven kind. Cvijet revelled in it, her ears twitching as she drank it all in. Occasionally her healer's prowess was called upon to aid a femme who hit a snag, but for the most part she was alone and relatively happy, able to cast aside her feelings of woe and worthlessness to breathe in the loamy scent of earth she could once again catch as the winter's snow receded.

She flew without direction or purpose, long legs eating up the ground effortlessly, glancing skywards every now and then only to remind herself that her companion was away, no doubt tending a clutch of eggs as was usual for him come this time of year. It left her feeling lonesome though, and so she tried her utmost not to dwell, instead spending her days hunting and exploring. The latter was her goal this dawn, although she found herself heading along a well-worn path that she recognised. It was the trail to Susil Crags, a rather barren expanse of rocks which she found quite bitter, but which held a certain allure that drew her still. She leapt over a tussock of yellow grass, her paws sending up a spray of mud and slush, before coming down to kiss the ground lightly again. Beside her a bird chirruped in outrage, having been disturbed during its foraging, and it broke into flight, its tiny, brown body cresting her head before ghosting into the distance. She gave a high-pitched bak for the sheer joy of it, and picked up her pace, careening wildly along the track she followed, emerald eyes streaming as the cold wind speared them. Despite being thirteen years of age, her body still had not betrayed her, and it had only just begun to tire after many miles of loping. Grinning broadly, despite herself, she slowed to a jolting trot and then a slow jog, feeling the softness of earth change to hard granite beneath her pads.

The silvery female traversed the rocky outcrops as though they were nothing, hopping from stone to stone, bending easily between the crags, having finally settled upon a destination in her mind. Excitement begun to fizz and bubble through her blood as she pictured sitting there, the breeze through her fur and all of Moladion just beneath her paws. Only the unwelcome sight of another was enough to damage the imagining and bring her back to reality. She slowed wearily, watching the silhouette of the wolf she had spied. Its eyes were wide open, drinking in the red-gold sunrise as hers were, its tail held aloft. She could almost scent its jow from where she stood a few lopes behind it, and it made her feel slightly better about sharing her daydream. Moving forward, she approached the tawny wolf, whom she could now see was a female. The glare was a bit too much for her to pick out details though, and it was the turning of the wind that brought her to a grinding halt. Recognition flared in her eyes and her heart beat erratically as her emotions became strained and jumbled. By the time she drew alongside the other, she did not know what she was feeling. To try and hide her uncertainty, she spoke, her beautiful voice full and rich as her father's once had been, her scent still carrying a hint of him,

“Moth. I did not expect to see you here this day.”

and then, wondering. Wondering whether she knew yet. Whether she cared. Instead of broaching such a tender subject so soon though, she rapidly added another sentence instead,

“Soumraku says hello.”