Pure white snow fell on a snow white pelt, bringing the world into a still mask of muted colors. Inanna laid on a rock jutting out over the reasonably calm waves of the ocean below. Her mismatched eyes watched the ebb and flow of the water, her serenity only surface deep. She was not the cold and cool creature that rested in the snow. Within her she could feel her heart pulse hot, the fire within and ember, just waiting for fuel.

Over the season she had definitely come to make herself at home in a little corner of Glorall. Along the shoreline she had created various dens and holes to hide her collections in. She had found and dug out a home hole, protected by rocks and waves that few would look at as an option for safety. By the edge of the water is where the woman felt most at home, teetering on the brink of a riptide, close enough to taste the salt of the wild storms. A heavy sigh and she made up her mind. For the most part, she had taken her time, learning what she could and stabilizing herself to pack land and building herself within herself. When she had first returned to Glorall Eden had encouraged her to speak with him when she was ready. Bit by bit, she felt as though she had slowly come to be ‘ready.’ Two tones gaze slowly shifted from the surfs to the shore and she lightly stepped onto the snow soaked sands.

Eden’s scent was thick over his own territory, but still it was not much of a challenge to pick out his haunts. Following the subtle tells and shifts of the terrain she came to the more communal areas of the land. She dared not intrude on the dens Eden would have claimed. The Alpha had other things to concern himself with, she was not going to risk crossing a line. Instead, she barked out his name, a request for his audience, never a demand. Patiently, she settled herself where she was. Snow still falling lightly on her nose, as she waited for her Alpha, it was apparent she was not the puppy of years past.