Finally winter had given way to spring and the young girl sprang through the blooming undergrowth with exuberance. She and her siblings had passed their first year mark, despite not being considered adults yet they were no longer helpless pups. Their parents had never been ones to overly shelter them, giving them the space and freedom to run free and wile often but it was still good to feel a bit more grown. Her legs have grown long and thicker, her chest was at least as broad as her brothers though he was still taller and she practically dwarfed her sister these days with her more slender build. Despite her size she moved easily over the land as those born to the mountainous land so often did for she knew every step down from their den high up in the mountains. Higher than just about any other wolf in Spirane she thought with a slightly smug smile.

As of late she had begun to feel a bit lonely in the lofty heights of her home. Jackson was almost consumed with his new self-appointed post as “protector of the realm” despite having nothing near that title actually bestowed upon him. Yes he was to start training as a liege soon, but all it earned him from the gold-capped girl was a roll of her icy blue eyes. Her disdain came from the fact that she still had no idea where she fit in with the pack yet. Even Embla, her closest friend, was gone more often than not these days. She had come back one day smelling of another male wolf, but in a wholly Embla fashion hadn’t mentioned anything about it and of course Bastille hadn’t asked. Even when Em was around she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't make for much of a playmate anymore, always thinking and such, a most unsavory pastime if you asked her anyway. Constantine was barely around anymore too, off doing who knows what like everyone else.. Ultimately that is why she set out today with a huff; she needed a change, something new and exciting, perhaps even to find the brown-capped prince who often popped in to her mind…

She flew down the mountain with leaps and bounds on her spindly legs until she reached the border of the mountain pack. Without pause or glance she crossed and made for the cool river that flowed down into the open meadow. If Embla and everyone else were old enough to go where they wanted then so was she! Her cerulean eyes raked the area constantly looking for something to do or someone to speak with. She paused once, coming to a dead log with a large branch sticking out of its side. Her tail began to wag furiously, bouncing around and barking at the branch as if it were another pup before leaping and grasping it between her strong jaws. With one shake she dislodged it, with a few more she had pieces of bark flying this way and that.

With that she was off again, branch still grasped within her teeth running like mad across the grasses. She wasn’t built for long distance running and soon she began to slow, but luckily for her it was just as she noticed the dark form of another wolf alone in the sunlight. She smiled around the branch; perhaps this was someone who would finally have time for her. She veritably pranced over with her prize, setting it down at her large paws when she finally stopped. “Hi there!” she pipes, pink tongue lolling out over her pristine teeth still bright eyed from her run. “I’m Bastille, who are you? You kinda smell like Spirane, but I haven’t seen you around!” And indeed there was a very light aroma among his other scents of her mountain home.