Though Nahal was previously content in her isolation, she dreamed about family. Sometimes, she found her imprint and in others, she was the eccentric aunt, spoiling Haziel and his pups with treats and trinkets. The conflict for ever accomplishing her dream was her fear that she’d pass along the certain ignorance she had compared to others. They reacted to things they couldn’t see or smell. By observation, she knew it had something to do with vibrations; she could make those with her throat and, as she recently demonstrated, by shaking a paw in the leaves of foliage. Her original plan for setting out on her own was to learn to be a better hunter; she was terrible at it, and didn’t understand why until experimentation revealed contacting other objects alerted prey - this was the extent of her knowledge. By the time she’d practiced enough to be efficient, she’d already become content in the simple loner-life and felt little need to return to a pack. Was it cruel of her to want the old warmth of family after so long?

Her heart pulsed fervently against her sternum when her sensitive nose tingled with the most pleasant scent; Haziel! Her eyes brightened and she quickly dipped her head to the side, trying to see through the obstructive trees to glimpse his handsome cinnamon-dusted fur. As she searched for him, she took agile, dancing sidesteps to gain alternate view points and see through different breaks in the brush. When she first saw him, she bounced up and down, elation replacing her uncertainty. How she had missed her brother! When he paused for a brief moment to locate her, Nahal attempted to form the mouth motions Isola used to signify she wanted Haziel’s attention. Though his name was the one word she practiced, the only vibration she felt in her throat was the first syllable.

Her ears flattened in embarassment, which turned to flattery when Haziel burried his noze in her neck fur. Ah! It tickled! Nahal tilted her head towards him while her eyes squeezed shut in delight. She turned her head and greeted him with a kiss to his cheek. Nahal stepped forward and tucked a paw over his shoulder while she pressed her head into his neck briefly, content to be enveloped in his scent - it was one of the only three senses they could share, and so it was that much more important to her. She stepped back to watched his facial features, and determined to show him that he still meant very much to her, she attempted to form his name on her mouth again.

However, Nahal was unable to complete her task when she caught the aroma of an approaching she wolf. The female was well formed and obviously a successful hunter; she held healthy weight and her musculature was developed nicely. In minor contrast, Nahal’s years alone kept her slightly underweight and her muscle thinner from continuous travel with little rest. This female smelled like Glorall, and Nahal concluded for a moment that she was on patrol with her brother. But… the stranger’s pointed stare at Haziel was uncharacteristic of a boarder patrol, who would undoubtedly have had their attention on Nahal. She didn’t like the gleam of the gray female’s eyes. Nahal raised her head to show the female she was alert, but since the pair were pack mates, she saw no reason to be hostile until aggression from the gray wolf was obvious.