In the earlier seasons I was definitely avoiding all possible contact with the pack and others, but not I wasn't quite sure what I was trying to do I just let my paws do what they wanted. During my stroll my mind had been largely absent, whisked away by thoughts and memories that had continuously kept it occupied throughout my time hidden away. Though to be honest those thoughts are probably what have been keeping me sane, after all insanity through grief wasn't unheard of. I had vaguely been aware of another's presence as I navigated the mountainous passes that lead to the river; it had been so vague that he had wonder if it was just my imagination; maybe it was prey, or perhaps the spirits of my family coming to haunt me because I couldn't help them. Either way I didn't look back to check.

It was her yip that had alerted me to her as I drank from the river. Lifting my head from the cool surface, I turn my head to greet her as she approached with a dip on my silver crown and a few waves of my tail, happy to see her again. As always she carried a certain light too her, one that couldn't ever be overlooked. I was rather grateful that the kind wolf, Niviaq, hadn't had to see me in my ill state; nor had seen a few weeks after my revelation had taken place. she had not only saved me, but had also taken me in. I hadn't wanted my loving caregiver to have to see me in the wake of my previous mind's destruction; thankfully, though it may be hard to believe for whoever laid their eyes on me today, but this was one of my better days. Now at the very least I was healing, and now determined to never suffer that kind of devastating loss again before their time. I returned her delicate smile, with a somewhat awkward one of my own. I had always been rather lanky so any weight loss seemed worse than it was, without properly eating my loss of weight was probably much more apparent to others it was to me. as for my fur it was always a bit messy, but with lack of proper care it had been receiving before it became even more so.

"Indeed it is refreshing." I hum in response, never being one for many words. That may change though; after all I am aware that I am slowly changing as I healed.

Soon she was at my side flashing me a smile before dipping her head to drink as well. When she rose she leaned over me, picking at one of the knots that had made itself in the dark fur of my shoulders until it dissipated. The gesture brought a confusion of emotions; there was sadness that I and my blood mother hadn't been able to experience a moment like this, but there was also the warmth that she still cared for me and had become my mom. Even with the uncertain emotions of good and of bad battling in me, instinctively I lean into her kind gesture. Then without realizing it I nuzzle closer to her, my maw resting in the crook of her neck.

"I love you, mom." I mutter into her fur. I’m not sure if I have ever called her such before, sorting through the now vivid memories of my past, the recent memories have become a little blurred. A lot has changed in and around him, but she hasn't.