She had come down from the mountains eventually, following the path of the falling leaves it seemed. For the most part, her children seemed content to do as they pleased, exploring both the mountains and the free lands. She would not deny them such an adventure, having often been discouraged from such freedoms in her younger days. Much of her childhood had been rigidly structured, from when she ate to when she slept. It had worked for her, perhaps, but she had no intention on forcing such routine upon her own children or mate. Instead, she imagined they would uncover their own mysteries and in time, they would come to her to learn if they so desired. They knew her stories, tidbits of her history, and that was all they needed to know for now. Besides, Rogue seemed to have taken surprisingly well to them. Everything she had to teach would have been just as valuable.

As always, she roamed confidently across Glorall's borders, skipping alone the river that separated the ocean pack from the ravine of Diveen. She knew she'd need to eventually go back, at least to see Heyel, but she found herself constantly putting such a task off. Part of her was nervous to return, and another was still too angry to do so. It couldn't be helped - she sighed, kicking a loose stone into the rushing waters. Just like so many other things, it disappeared without a trace (Diveen had always made her think back on Letum and even Lucid at times, two failures - on her own accord - that she had desperately tried to repress.) So deep in thought of the two she was that she almost mistook the howl for the wind tearing through the canopy or perhaps her own mind playing some sick joke on her. But no, it was a howl as real as ever, calling for her from beyond the borders of Glorall. She was hesitant at first but eventually, she turned on her heels, shook herself free of her thoughts and began to jog towards the summoning point.

Initially, she was taken aback by the stranger's appearance. At first sight, she had recalled Rogue's nephew, but on second glance, the red of his fur did not neatly surround his neck like a collar. It ran along his neck and shoulders and his eyes did not shine with that same cruel red - instead, they seemed almost dreamy, like the night sky. Who was it then that stood before her on the borders? She approached cautiously at first before shrugging away her hesitation. It was then that the grass crackled beneath her feet and her paws slapped against the dirt without remorse. Besides, something about his eyes made her feel as if she might need to be a little more... obvious, at least for now.

"Strange for somebody to be calling me. Are you sure you aren't mistaken?"

She raised a brow, her lips turned up into an amused sneer as she took her position across from him some three or so feet. Close enough to really look at him. Something about him was familiar but that seemed to be the case with so many wolves she met. There was always an eye colour or curve of the brow bone that made them resemble some distant face from years ago. His was a fresh face though. His coming here was likely no mistake, even she knew that.