Ever since he had gotten that first whiff of Taviora on Natu's pelt, he'd made a subconscious decision to spend more time than he usually would on his rounds along their shared border. It was, of course, part of his routine to check such things. But knowing that Spirane and Taviora were in good standing in the way of alliances, it was usually with a fleeting stride that he checked them over. Of late, however, he'd slowed his gait and often let his eyes wander over the forests that lay in the northern shadow of the mountain. It had not been so long since he'd last seen her, and knew that she had a mate and children to tend to, not to mention her own pack duties. But he couldn't help but look for her in spite of that. Happenstance had been what had given birth to their friendship in the first place, perhaps it would bring them together once more.

Sleekwing moved along that boundary line now, dark blue eyes haloed in lavender sweeping over the landscape as he loped along at a steady pace. Spring was an important time of the year, and he had devoted himself to helping Ailith in any way he could since the birth of her two children. So he was not given much time to lollygag along the boundary in hopes of running into Natu. His ears pricked in surprise, then, when her howl lifted from the southeastern reaches of the mountain. He stopped, listening to the joyful tones of her howl that called to him, before cutting across the lowlands of the territory at a gallop. It would seem that those heather marks along his side gave him wings as he practically floated over the terrain, eager to see her and find out what had brought her back to Spirane's borders again so soon.

Countless border patrols and numerous hunts had sculpted the male to ultimate fitness, and he chose the trails that would shorten his trip to her. Finally he made his way over a slight sloping of the land and she came into sight. He did not temper his stride in the least, dashing down towards her as she stood splayed in the creek. Finally as he grows close does his stride change, but only in preparation to launch his athletic body forward in a leap. He splashes into the water a short distance from her, the spray of water sure to touch her pristine white fur. The energy that rolls off of her is contagious, and Sleekwing's tail lifted to wave like a banner back and forth as he steps forward with a smile plastered across his face. He sniffs at her, the aroma she creates with such happiness a thing most rousing.

So does Sleekwing come to stand before her, his larger form mimicking her stature. He thinks, perhaps, that words are not needed from him, for it seems so clear that she has come here with something to share with him, and expectant, bright eyes linger upon her face in earnest.