She had been hoping for another visit soon. She hadn’t seen him for a long time, but he was never far from her mind. She had lived in the wilds for the year, learning with Anatola, and seeing the struggles wolves that were loners were put through. Ana was a very patient and kind teacher. The three legged wolfess didn’t act as though she had any issues. Moonstone gathered she had been born that way, that she had a rough life in her homeland, but everything else aside she still managed to live life to the the fullest. Moonstone really admired her, but when the call came from the mountains that her aunt had been injured Moonstone had rushed back to her home to see what she could. Things have settled down though and her aunt was slowly but surely recovering thanks to the healers of Spirane’s care, now all she had to do was make sure no one got hurt this winter and she was going to help tend to the upcoming mother’s that would surely come in spring.
However, the feeling of Alistair coming closer to the territory was quick to put all that from her mind. She raced down the mountain with all the ease her blood and family had when traveling the lands. Her tail waved out behind her as he very soon come into sight. She knew they both had a lot to do when they last met. He was being sent off to gather information in regards to the previous Alpha of Taviora’s poisoning and she… well she hadn’t been expecting to do much, but fate had a funny way of working things out.
Once she was done embracing him she took a step back. She had her parents energy, but was capable of also being pretty calm and not always quite as… well she wouldn’t call them child-like but playful as they were.