He limped up the mountain, favoring his right foreleg up the somewhat treacherous paths profuse with twists and turns that wound up to the pack lands. He could have stayed below until he was fit to make the climb, could have waited patiently for someone to find him and aid his ascent or even called for a healer to have a look at him first, but Hollowpoint had never been an overly wise or cautious wolf. All he knew was the throbbing pain that drove him forward, the will to leave behind the remnants of the fight with his sister, and to find Haven. The further he got into the territory the more the pressure in his chest decreased, knowing it was all because he was once more nearer to her. The pull in his soul gave him a general estimation of where he could find her and his nose and eyes did the rest.

He was pulled to her, like a moth to a flame and for better or worse he was here now and he had no intentions of leaving. He had sacrificed for this, and as his eyes landed on her there, flopping in the grasses as she tried to fend off an itch he knew all too well he was sure she was beyond worth it. Astrid had been wrong, however, to assume that he was driven by amorous love or fleeting passion. Though it was love that drew him to her it was that great undefinable love, the need to be anything and everything for her despite the cost, to simply be near her as a friend and confidant. If it never grew to be anything more than that he would be content.

Wincing he finally approaches her, attempting that lopsided smile he was known for. He sits quickly, eager to relieve the pressure of his weight form his leg and the rest of the aching muscles. The fight with his sister had not been an easy thing to weather, but unless she asked he saw no reason to burden her with the situation. “Need a helping paw, or set of teeth?” he said finally, his words a little breathy but still happy and sincere as ever. His golden and ice blue gaze flicks around the area, a habit of checking for his sister at every turn that would no doubt take some time to dissipate. There is also still the fat that he had not yet met the rest of Haven’s family who called this place home. Natu, the motherly white she-wolf who had extended the invitation of calling Spirane home to him had explained the dynamic here. Silently he was left to wonder exactly how her siblings would take to his presence.