It had been a while since her last meeting with Ramiel in which they had both been consumed with the need to touch one another, the need to simply sink in the eyes of the other. That was what an imprint was - consuming. It had left her feeling, for once, a bit lost when they had went on about their lives. Always she had been so complete in life, so understanding of where she was and what she wanted to do. Yet the moment they had spent time together that had changed because she had felt the pull to be closer to him. It wasn't in her nature to resist such things but life had been booming in the mountains and she had felt that he needed time to re-accustom himself to society. So she had left him be, instead spending her time amongst her favorite meadow or lazing on her storytelling rock near the babbling creek, enjoying the sounds of nature in the most soothing of ways.

Today, however, she awoke with a freshness in her spirit that had been lacking as of late. The moment her mossy eyes peeked out at the world she rolled to her paws with a lithe grace and practically bounced out of her den, stretching her body so that even her tail remained pointed outright then sighing as her muscles once more relaxed around her bones. There was nothing more perfect than a beautiful day accompanied with a spritely spirit. The dying leaves rustled above her in titillation, exclaiming how nice today was and the fae of the forest laughed in the boughs at her. Sorcha, they called, go play! Be free!

Who was she to deny them that request?

With a satisfied smile on her tawny lips she takes off at a lope, her body falling in it's normal graceful pattern on silent paws, and she finds that her direction is headed for Ramiel. She can feel the pull of his presence within her chest, a foreign yet well liked thing. The closer she gets the higher up the side of the mountain she climbs but there are still trees here interspersed with thick boulders that had peeled away from the mountain above and crashed down who knew how long ago. She skirts them, making sure to not step on any loose rocks lest she loose her footing, until she can sense him nearby.

It is likely that he may sense her too with their strong connection but she cannot help the sudden mischievous playfulness that abounds within her, her body coming to an almost slow-motion walk as she creeps around another rock so that one mossy eye peeks at him. His back is to her and she does not know what he is doing - hunting perhaps? Resting? Contemplating life? It did not matter, though, because her ears have laced themselves against her skull and laughter bubbles within her chest screaming to be released but she is poised and patient as she creeps around the rock on slow paws.

Only a foot separates them as she crouches down and suddenly she launches forward, intending to leap atop him if given a chance but whether she knocks him down or not depends on his footing. She cannot help the sudden peal of laughter that escapes from her maw as she is air born, the very imagination of his surprise already entertaining her.