She had been in the midst of storytelling within herself when the bark had startled her; at first, she had thought it was thunder and so, she had jumped slightly and looked to the sky. When that had failed, she tilted her head further back until her eyes met the familiar form of a male whom she had not seen for quite some time. Still, she doubted she'd be able to forget any wolf she met, let alone a prince. The sudden realization of who had called out for her though had made her suddenly aware of how silly she looked with her head tilted so far back, a paw risen to balance her and instantly, she straightened herself and cleared her throat. Her ears flattened back momentarily in embarassment but she attempted to compose herself nonetheless. It wasn't a bad surprise, after all. She had been quietly wondering what had happened to Viserion and and his family; they had taken to Diveen and yet, she had began to roam further and further away just before they had done so. It had made encountering them...improbable. It seemed like good timing that he had arrived, really. She should've expected it: she had heard his mother's call and now, she was sitting at the foot of their kingdom. Of course she'd run into one of them.

Now, she did her best to look... a little more ladylike. She looked back over her shoulder with a toothed grin, her tail flopping lazily in both greeting and beckoning as she shuffled over slightly. There was plenty of room, sure, and yet it only felt right to truly invite him to a place next to her. There had always been an innate trust in he and his family. She could not think of a reason to ever turn down his company, let alone when she had begun to grow all the more curious about the wolves and world she was surrounded by.

"Viserion," she greeted back, her smile a little more chuffed now that he had remembered her name, "I have been well enough, I think. Things have just been so... busy in the world, I suppose." She mulled the words in her mouth for a moment, a brow furrowed momentarily as she considered both Diveen and Spirane. Yet, she hadn't any idea on what was appropriate to discuss. Instead, she grinned back at him as a rumble of thunder broke the momentary silence. "What about you, Viserion? It feels like too long since I've had an opportunity to see you or your brothers!" She wanted to ask more - say more, even. Yet, she understood there were some lines that took a gentle approach. Of course she wanted to know all about he and his brother's adventures! Where had they been? Where had their mother been? Had they enjoyed Diveen? Everything. Yet, perhaps Meryl's blood did exist in her - a quietness, a hesitancy. At least, she thought, the silence was not awkawrd.

Alerted of the distant storm again, her ears stood on end as she glanced back over to the angry clouds. She breathed out a sigh, dreamy and captivated as she mused half to herself - "It's like a great stampede, as if the clouds themselves were great beasts in the sky. I wonder who is chasing them." Her mother would say the sun or the moon. Her father would say the wind. Yet, everybody had their own truth. For her, she simply did not know yet. Did he?