She had to admit it was strange the idea of joining the same pack she had been invited to join so many times before, but at least she wasn't alone Vincent was also looking to join. She was curious to see if she'd meet her old friend there, the first wolf that she encountered since coming to this land. Niviaq had invited her here that first day, but circumstances had put a grinding halt on those plans; and it was the same with Ailith. It was almost as if the fates were playing a cruel game with her, having her make friend there, and then throwing something at them that made it impossible for her to follow through. But this time it was different, this time she was with Vincent; and the fates wanted her to be with him, right? She had been planning on going with Vince to Asteraia, but the leader her soul respected so much had fallen in battle; and the new leader demanded loyalty that her soul couldn't give. It seems every time she gets close to getting a home it gets snatched away from her. Of course she knew that in a turbulent battle one wrong move could cause you to loose, she had seen it enough with the opponents her father battle to keep his leadership. Sure, she was no fan of her father at the moment or ever again for that matter, but he still managed to teach her some things.

Despite the fall through of their plans in Asteraia she still had agreed to follow him to the mountain. She follows close behind him, her shoulder aligning with his hip, and their fur brushing together. Right now she felt that if there was ever a time he needed her it was now. After all, her entire loner life had been built around her being flexible, what was the point of being so, if you couldn't be so when it truly mattered. She did feel bad for her imprint though, he had just lost his home; and she better than anyone knew how rotten that could feel. He had told her during their first meeting that he wasn't much of a loner, and that he needed a purpose, something to work for. Since she always was moving it was rare for her to feel the need to get a drive or goal from a higher power, maybe that's why her pack had been nomadic. He looked back at her with his signature smile that she loves so much, and she return one of her own while pressing her muzzle into his flank.

Despite the comforting gesture she was actually very alert, as she always was; she normally didn't come this close to borders ever because whether she liked to admit it or not, wolves were a territorial breed of creature. Not all were as understanding as they normally would be away from their borders. Her frost tip ears were pricked and her mismatch eyes darting to any movement, but with Vince by her side she didn't feel the need to turn tail and run for cover. She stopped a little farther behind then him, as they came upon the border. from she could tell Niv was right, it was similar in setting to her homeland not that she minded, just because she couldn't care less for her old pack, didn't mean that she didn't care for the land they roamed. She had never been much of a talker, so this would be interesting to see how this transpired. She had heard good thing of the mountain and its residents and since the new queen took the throne it seemed that the major activity had quieted upon the mountain.

It really didn't matter they lived though, at least to her, as long as she could remain with Vince she'd be happy. "So it appears." She said laughing quietly. She knew she was nervous there was no denying it, Vincent probably knew she was too; but nervous was much improved from scared stiff, what she would be if she was with anyone other than her soul. Her calls to the queen, his howl as strong as he is, but there was no challenging note to it. He casts his gaze in her direction, as he lowers his maw and seats himself. She takes it as an invite to come and take a seat next to him, and as she sits beside him she rubs her head against his chest letting out a content rumble.