Four years had passed since Inanna had been around the dens she had grown up in. Four years had changed her, helped her to grow, and mold her into the wolfess that now padded along the trails. When she had been younger they had been her play areas, filled with the collections of a pup who did not know what she was looking for. Now she had pointedly selected long abandoned dens and refilled them with herbs and treasures she could later recover at her convenience. She had selected various areas along the coast. Anywhere on the beach where the waves crashed and the storms over the oceans could be seen and felt. Though she frequented many different holes, none had called to her and called her home. Glorall was a small enough pack, and its members aloof enough, that she had a general understanding they would not bother her. However, when others started to sniff too close she became protective and snappy.

Inanna had a fairly large freshly killed crab hanging from her jaws when she picked up on a scent lurking around her older hide-holes. She froze in the instant, her lips curling back. Most of the pack wolves did not seem to care much for her stashes and tended to leave them alone. This was the second time, however, when different scents had started to linger too close. A soft roll of thunder rumbled in her throat and she streaked forward with electrifying intensity. It had been too long since she had inhaled his scent, or heard his voice. Too much had happened since that day on the beach. As she raced forward, the crab dropped from her grip, her mouth widening to give voice to her growl. She came upon him, her tail high and hackles bristled to their fullest. With swift ease she was upon him but in the split second his voice cracked through her memory and she recognized him. She recognized they had been in this exact same position as before four years ago.

It all dawned clearly on her face, eyes going wide in shock. Thor? The tail that had been high and challenging immediately started to wave in ecstatic excitement. She had not seen him in years and was speechless in seeing him now. In a fluid motion her body shifted to a playbow, her joy at seeing him clear in every line of her body, though she could not find the words to express it. You’re here! She had to fight the desire to tackle him again (it was unbecoming for adults) I’ve missed you!