* At the Thought of Touching You

So slow she has to travel around her home, but her paws are slowly beginning to understand the flow of the land. She has trails all over from where she wanders in and out of Diveen, listening for any who might be good for the pack to have around. Now, her mission was different. Motherhood called to the blind phantom angel. Mahogany, blonde and cream made her stand out and blend in against the dark trunks of the trees around her. The snow helped hide a bit, but she was not overly worried about hiding. Her grey tipped tail waved in tandem with her swaying hips as she moved slowly along the wooded floor of Enocura. It was the farthest outside Diveen she had been since coming to Moladion. Before long, she hears the faint howl of another, her paws picking up speed and coming out way ahead of her so she can feel for obstacles.

Her sightless, white, mother-of-pearl eyes search for the source of the note, "Hello? If you are nearby, would you mind coming to me?" She calls out to the other wolf, knowing they are close, but not how close. Cream colored ears slip back and forth over her head, listening for signs of an approaching wolf. Her tones were light, airy and cordial, hoping the other wolf was just as sweet. By his song, he celebrated life, and Heartless could use a bit of a party that did not involve eating or running. It would be good for her to find a suitable male with a good disposition to help her become a mother, maybe this was fate giving her another helping paw. Life would be good here, this she already knew, but pups would give her a full life and something to inspire her to be better.