She raced alongside her dancing brother, less graceful than he but no less excited to reach the mountains they had heard so much about from their father. Her tan legs churned in the endless rhythm that beat from her heart as they looked up at the towering peaks overhead, she wondered just how far they might get to climb up there and just how spectacular the views must be! She was amazed that her father had ever left such a place, then again to hear them talk about it the pull of an imprint is strong enough to make someone do just about anything. Oh, she was just sure that when she finally met her imprint he would be so handsome and kind! At least a girl could dream, and dream she did perhaps a bit too much with her head in the clouds even without climbing the lofty heights of Spirane.

As they ran she lifted her own voice up in harmony with Sparrow’s, the tones blending and dancing around one another in the same way that they moved together on the ground. It was something they had gained from their father who easily had the most beautiful voice in all Moladion. As they awaited for the others to arrive she danced in place, her large paws digging into the softening soil until she noticed the first pups arriving. She gasped softly in excitement and nudged first her brother then her sister in excitement before straightening herself up and smiling. First impressions were everything after all and no one would think her ignoble! “Hello Blackthorne, Zharko and Natiya!” she chirped enthusiastically, her black tipped tail waving eagerly despite the silence of the boys companions, “I’m Finch, and this is my brother Sparrow and my sister Wren! We’re from Diveen, where did you come from?”

Her voice is light and soft, the tones flowing here and there smoothly much like her father in that manner, though decidedly more prone to letting her words get away from her. It often took he a moment to realize she has been speaking for quite some time and not allowing others to join in the conversation. Such as now as her emerald eyes cut to her siblings in sheepish apology of stepping on their paws and doing all the introductions before looking back to the newcomers expectantly.