Autumn was a gorgeous time on the mountainside as the trees which flowed up from the forests of Taviora below colored the dynamic landscape. The golden caped girl trotted down the familiar trails with the crisp leaves that had already fallen crunching sharply beneath her large paws. She and all the pups born her year were on the cusp of turning three and they were all but grown now. Her rather large body had filled out and she was the second largest of her siblings, only Jax outweighed her and stood perhaps a hair taller. Both of them favored Ragnarok, and none of them could have wished for more doting and loving parents. They all knew the story of how their parents met, literally running into each other by a mere act of fate and zing just like that they knew. Some imprints were like that, they said. Up until the mom had another ‘special friend’, though they were a little less forthright with those details, but after she met Dad she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

Then other imprints, like Danerys, were nothing more than good friends with their imprints, or at least that’s what Rhageal had told her. Either way there was no getting around the shock that she had felt at seeing the red hued boy that day at the two year old gathering. It was all a blur when she looked back at it, the two rude girls who had shown up with obvious intentions to ruin everything, the tense words, all of it blended together except for the moment that her icy blue eyes had connected with his soft brown ones. She wasn’t even able to get his name before the whole thing broke up, but she could still picture his face as if it were only yesterday and not half a year ago.

She shook her fox like face, trying to clear the memories as she walked. The whole thing was rather confusing for a young girl, it was too early she thought to be deciding who she would spend the rest of her life with and who the hell gave fate the right to decide anyway? She didn’t even know the boy! Ugh, maybe it would be better if she never saw him again. The thought had no sooner entered her head than she felt something in her chest give a jerk and there was a soft song flowing over the mountainside, calling to her of all wolves.

Her brindled legs stopped instantly, a mixture of surprise and confusion written clearly on her face as she thought about what to do. Surely their connection didn’t tell him exactly where she was, she could just take off into the more remote places only the mountain borne would know about, where he couldn’t find her. Pawing at the ground lightly she groaned out loud, knowing that running away simply wasn’t in her nature. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all.

With a sigh she changed her course and headed down toward the border, only stopping for a second as she saw him between the trees. Steeling her nerves she raised her head, tinged in gray and gold and finally approached. He was a good deal shorter than she was, though she wasn’t going to judge someone on size, but it made her perhaps a bit more comfortable. “Hello,” she said as she came to a halt with a comfortable distance between them, that was as good a greeting as anything she figured, “I’m Bastille.” There at least he knew her name, and if he was a decent kind of boy he would return the favor.