She had not initially noticed anyone in the same area, her attentions much too fixed on the thought of water. It was a lovely feeling and she already felt refreshed from her drink and dip. Her dark black ears flickered at the sound of the voice. Butterfly. Her name given to her by the colors of the sky itself. It had been many, many moons since she had seen anyone from those times of her youth, who would know her name in these parts.

Her black visage with the white bird visage turned as she stood in the water, and her golden tan eyes locked onto the form that called out her name. Her eyes focused in, and the voice and looks did bring back the memory.

"Daenerys, of mountains tall, of many moons that once fall," she says gently among the flowing waters around her. The woman then moved, her form battling the waters to the shore. The dark woman with scattered fur of silver came out of the water and gently shook off the excess, before sliding her way over to the other female with a smile on her face.

"Youth no more, but grown still adore," she says sweetly, her muzzle reaching out to hers in greeting.

"You scent is still mountain sweet," she inquires, pulling back to look her over with her golden tan eyes. The wolfess was comparable to the female before her in height, and weight was rather similar. Butterfly was not much like her mother at all in build, and one could question how one so large came from something so small- however RAINBOW was a beast in her own right...a small, compact, ball of muscle. Butterfly took that muscle and added the height of her father. Many thoughts roamed the mind of the woman named after wing, but perhaps she would allow Daenerys to speak, and see what insights the ghost from the past had for life here in Moladion once more.