It had been some time since she had come upon the meeting at the border where the handsome multi-hued wolf had stood with the grinning Queen and the somber male. Clearly there was a family resemblance between them all and it was just as obvious that Ramiel had been startled to find them all still residing there. There was something confused about the male, as if he wasn't sure life still offered the same as it had before, and she had felt that loneliness like a cold knife to her chest. It happened in those first few moments when his lavender eyes had skipped across the scenery to land upon her. That moment in time when she had felt her own soul extend out of her cream and black figure and reach across the space to intertwine with another. The moment in which she knew her body was not hers alone anymore, that it was shared by another.

In those moments she had stared at him with wide mossy green eyes while the earth fair shook beneath her ebony paws. The spirits had cried out in glory at the meeting and whispered in her ears, Oh Sorcha! Look how you have found him! Just look! The sprites of the mountains giggled in collusion at such a fortuitous day and he had spoken to her, about her, his tone so lost and confused. She had twitched then, her body paralyzed from the sudden shock at the way his own soul had infiltrated her and filled her with a sense of weightlessness.

She had turned and left him there not because she had wanted to, nay, but because she sensed her continued presence would only upset him further. Something had.. hurt him in the past? Her mind spun over the new array of feelings that coiled through her when she focused hard enough for Sorcha was an emphatic creature, one who could not let a mystery lie especially when it was so entangled in hers. It felt wrong to leave him and she had paused to glance back at him when she had walked away, blinking a few times before she made herself continue.

She did not seek him out but only because she could feel him seeking her. In the days following she had felt him drawing nearer before abruptly turning away. She was patient - she could wait. So she did although she carefully took stock of her feelings each day, sorting between what was hers and what was his and she would meander down to the creek side that she had claimed from the beginning as her favorite spot. Berry bushes could be found alongside the water-way and she often enjoyed their stock. The sunlight made her little meadow warm and it was covered in flowers and dandelions at the moment as she sat atop her rock, the same one she used to tell stories to the children.

Sorcha sat with an innate grace, her body poised in a soft pose as her eyelids covered the pretty green of her eyes. She existed in this world by taking in the different scents and feeling the way the warmth seeped into her fur. Ears swiveled slowly to catch the sounds of birds screaming at each other in contempt while fish snuck quickly to the surface of the creek before diving below. It was the sound of life. Yet her mind could not focus upon them because she could feel him drawing ever closer and she knew that today would finally be their true meeting.

The heavy weight of his gaze prickled against her back and ever so slowly she turns her muzzle while her eyes peek out from her eyelids. Her voice, so lyrical and lovely, comes gently into the air. "I was wondering when we would meet." There is no condemnation in her voice, only a welcoming tone. "Ramiel," she says, her voice rolling across the name Daenery's had called him. "Do you yet know my name?"