I am not disappointed, just as I knew I wouldn't be. I am surprised, however, at the first wolf I lay my eyes upon. She is so small; a young child not even yet seen her first year, and yet there she stands in the middle of the path with bright and shy mismatched eyes that find my own darker toned gaze of black and violet. Family and home have been prosperous, then, for such youth to be present on the mountain, and my dark tail is overtaken with gladdened waves at such thoughts. She is quiet and silent though, and even as I inch my way toward her with my skull slightly lowered, I am once again surprised for the second time this day. For out of nowhere a silver sister seems to appear beside me, her welcoming bark having fallen on deaf ears in my distraction. Sheepish moment gone, I turn to her with a bright smile and a nudge of my shoulder against her own in a playful jest, one full of love and gratitude. Not once did it ever cross my mind that I would be turned away from the Mountain, but it still could have very well happened and I would have been entirely unprepared for it. But as it was, we were family, and our bond would always run thicker than our blood.

"I have missed you so, sister." My tones are more gravely and less melodic than hers, and than my singing voice. For while singing is a passion and one that connects me to all things around me; speaking simple words is not something I had need of partaking in this last past year. One did not need words in the midst of Nature and all her creations and creatures, for we spoke a universal language all could understand. I wondered then if I could teach it to my siblings and my sister, to the young wolves of Spirane and the old. It might start with the young one before us, though before I am able to greet her with my own words I hear Dany's voice coming first. A chocolate brown ear twists curiously upon my skull at such tones coming from her voice, almost as if she is well practiced in such things. I am most curious then, for what has happened upon the Mountain in my time gone and what other young wolves might be running and flouncing about. As I think such thoughts I take the time to scent my older sister, noting that there are indeed four scents there mingled with the rest that are unknown to me and yet known. I will find out more about such scents later, for in the present and the now we have a child at our paws, and children do often need tending to. Giving the girl a smile, I do my best to keep my larger bulky frame from looking too, well, bulky, even as I move forward from the spot Dany had stopped at. My best course of action, I think, is much like when I was a child and larger wolves came to me. Lowering myself on my belly, I inch the last distance to the girl before I stop half a foot from her, the smile ever plastered upon my handsomely and ruggedly beautiful features; gravelly voice soon following suit. "What might you be doing, alone on the Mountain of all things, littlest one?"

I am not so soft and motherly as my sister, but I do my best to keep my rather thick tones soft and gentle for the young girl. I suppose as a female and the last daughter of the Mountains, it would one day be my duty to bring children into this world such as the one before me. That day, however, is very very far away as I have no intentions on such things in the near future. One day, perhaps, though thoughts bounce back to my immediate family when dark eyes seek out the mostly silver frame of my own sister, beckoning her to come forth and closer to the youngster as I have done. The last time I had been home, all of our siblings had come to meet us, and in the back of my mind I am almost a bit relieved they have not all rushed at once as they had done then. It allows me to know and learn more about the Mountain, and perhaps to allow me to speak with Dany one on one and learn all that has transpired since my depature.