It was plain to see that Idunn had grown into a fine young woman, matured in age and learned in the ways of the world. Despite not having been raised by Alcide and MoonGlow, their kind nature shone through in the benevolent gaze of her strikingly hued eyes. Strange then, to look upon her as an adult, for it meant that four years had come and gone since their parents' demise. But this was not an occasion for such somber thoughts, rather for the joy at being reunited with his sibling and the possibility of new friendship blossoming between her and the shewolf who kept her company. Idunn's happiness at seeing her brother once more was reflected back in Sleekwing's eyes, for there was no greater thing than for family to come together after having been apart so long. Even so, he was made curious by the female who he noticed now was not entirely white; not only was there a sprinkling of tawny along her underside and the tail that swished through the grass at his friendly approach, but as she turned her head towards him he noticed the black marking that ran along her jaw. Dipping his head to her in greeting, he moved a step or so away from Idunn as she reclined into a sitting position.

Taking a cue from his sister, he pivoted slightly so that he could easily look upon both females and then lowered his hindquarters to the earth. While his eyes lingered upon Idunn, an ear twitched back towards the other shewolf, still perplexed by the uncanny familiarity of her scent. However, as Idunn began to speak his focus on that matter was dulled and he instead listened to what she had to say. His head pivoted towards Veilia as Idunn introduced her and once more he offered her a genuine smile as she greeted him. Casually he looked back to Idunn, wanting to give her his full attention, for what she spoke of seemed to be quite important. They were on a quest, it seemed, to find Veilia's family. A brother named Warlow and a sister named...Natu. Sleekwing was incapable of masking his astonishment, his brows lifting slightly and his maw parting slightly before closing once more, only to open again as he glanced towards Veilia. His ears flicked backwards and then forward to train upon her, catching her words but more intently focused on the planes of her face, the slightest similarities in the angles of her cheeks and muzzle. And most of all, the blue of her eyes. Nostrils dilated wide, taking her scent in deeply once more, and settling upon the similarities there within. Realizing he was quite blatantly staring at her with his jaw partially dropped, he swallowed hard and cleared his throat, looking back to Idunn momentarily. When his gaze returned to Veilia, it was with a bit more courtesy than he had shown moments before.

"Forgive me," he said, with the barest hint of a grin edging at his muzzle. "I do not know of your brother Warlow. Natu, however, is a...a close friend of mine." It seemed lacking to refer to her only as that, for his heart leapt and butterflies stirred in his stomach at the plausibility that he would get to share such wonderful news with her as this. Everything seemed to be coming together for Natu, after so many years of trials and tribulations. Sven was alive and well, her perhaps long lost sister Veilia had come to seek her out, and...well...Fenrir had returned to her life after having left her without warning. "She lived here, for a time, but has since moved on. She now calls the forests of Taviora home." He paused, his tail moving back and forth through the grass as the trio sat in the grass and he gave Veilia the information that he could not have fathomed how long she had searched for. "Their borders lie just to the north," he concluded, wondering if perhaps to know she had finally found what she was looking for would be overwhelming for her, or if she would want to set out immediately to be reunited with her sister.