It didn't come as a surprise to me when the call of Daenery's once more filled the land. There was a fire in her veins that could not be quenched and I suspected she would vye for the throne repeatedly until sheer will alone got it back to her. It was in her blood and her sons had been bereft without the mountains as well. I had felt adrift since the exodus from my home and had seemed to grow further and further from Viserion in doing so - not intentionally, but it was my nature to enjoy solitude and the wilds seemed to suck me in. I grew as a hunter, excelling, and I surveyed the world with a keen, if pessimistic eyes. Sometimes I found my large paws turning in the direction of Glorall but then I would pause, startled into reality. My parents were gone. I should go see Samia and my other sisters but I didn't and I felt a little guilty about it but I was so... different from them. So apart.

Now I turn back towards the mountains, taking my time as I wade through creeks, across flowered meadows and beneath the cool canopy of the forests. Entering the foothills of Spirane felt like loosenign some binding that held me and I took a deep breath, eyes widening as I spied my cousin. She pauses before me with a scowl on her face. "What is all THIS about?" I remember now that she is the demanding one. I shrug without answering and she falls into step with me, her ears back and a distasteful look on her face that I think might be a cross of anxiety and some sorrow. I had found out that my aunt and uncle had passed away the very same day as my parents. It seemed a shock and her demeanor reminds me, only slightly, of my sister Ankh. It is because of that that I step closer so our shoulder's brush in familial comfort and she eases a bit.

I am late to the greeting party apparently but my eyes immediatly fall on the young girl Aviaq that I had seen at the meeting before. Something about her... it captures me. Draws me but I jerk my eyes from her, brows furrowing into a glare, and glance to Viserion. Only he might note the softening in my face, the acknoqledgement of our friendship and bond, and I seat myself to the side of the group, Ravenna standing beside me. "Well, this is just great. More wolves to compete with," Ravenna grouses in a less than quiet way, sitting abruptly and glaring off into the distance but also peekig at Daenery's occasionally. I offer a wan smile at my cousin's words, semi amused by them before speaking up, my deep tones rumbling over the group. "Congratulations, Daenerys."