Since Church's promotion to Courser for the pack, the responsibiilty had no longer fallen to Sleekwing to track the mountain's prey and ensure the pack was always well fed. But old habits, as they say, die hard. When the Castellan of the mountain had caught the scent of the herd on the breeze he could not help but rouse himself and follow after them. Earlier in the spring he'd taken stock of how the elk had faired through the colder months, and the herd had seemed healthy. Calves were aplenty, but there were also barren cows who were beginning to look a bit ragged in their older age. Now, as he jogged along the slope above their migrating forms, indigo eyes searched through their tawny masses for those same cows. One in particular attracted his attention, for even this far into summer the thickness of her coat had not fully shed out. Still, his eyes continued to roam, looking over the plethora of calves and noting which were still quite small even at a few months of age. Sleekwing was sure that Church would already be aware of such things, but it did not hurt for him to keep the occasional tab on the herd as well.

Turning away from the sloping ledge upon which he had walked, he jogged back into the forests and away from the herd of elk. Today he would not hunt them. Instead, he began to make his way towards Kiyomi's den, for he had neither heard nor seen her in quite some time and he was growing increasingly concerned. Alas, before he could reach the area of the mountain where not only Kiyomi but he and Ailith also denned, a howl lilted across the mountain that requested Sleekwing's presence. He smiled at the lyrics, recognizing the distinct and worldly notes of Idunn's voice. When he had discovered her scent moving back across the border's and into Spirane's heart mere days before the return of Orca a joy had threaded through his heart. To have her home again was a thing most delightful, though he had not yet sought her out to visit and learn of her travels. Sleekwing loved all of his siblings, but Purge's subpar reign had robbed him of the chance to get to know his two youngest sisters in their earliest days. The years that followed Daenerys' rise to power had seen Orca and Idunn take up their traveling ways, and so he'd never really had much of an opportunity to get to know his very youngest sibling. Perhaps, now, he would get a chance to truly rectify that.

On practiced paws he made his way down trails that he knew better than the back of his paw. He often spent much of his time in the foothills of the mountains, patrolling the border and ensuring the safety of the pack. It was not a chore to him, rather a routine that was ingrained in him just as much as the lofty mountain air filled his lungs and the blood that ran through his veins anchored him here. Ever since his family had returned to Moladion in its new shape and form, he had vowed to never leave the mountain again. He was as much a part of the landscape as the mountains were a part of him.

Approaching the duo of she-wolves, Sleekwing's tail waved out behind him in a friendly manner. Lean legs closed the distance and he came to stand amongst them. His shoulder rubbed against Idunn's in greeting before he stepped back to allow breathing room between them all. "Greetings to you both," he said, nodding to the other fem that sat nearby with a polite smile. As he inhaled her scent for the first time, he noted the foreign accents and the strangeness of her. She was certainly not from around here, and Sleekwing could only speculate that perhaps Idunn had recruited a new member to their pack. But he would assume nothing, and so instead he asked. "What might I help you with?" His eyes moved back towards his sister, but as he caught a stronger waft of the creamy white female's scent an ear cocked in her direction. There was something about her scent that seemed familiar, as if he'd smelled it a dozen times before and knew it well. But it was still strange and unknown to him in other ways. It boggled his mind and caused his brows to furrow just the slightest bit as his gaze returned to her once more, curious about who it was that Idunn had brought home to the mountains this day.