Samus rolled over in the soft spring grass, mahogany eyes nearly blinded by the bright sun for a moment before they adjusted to its brilliantly orange, dusky light. She had taken to the rolling mountains again, ranging further and further from her den, out into the wildlands of Spirane where few usually ventured. Her personal progress seemed to have stalled-- no longer was being a ranked member of Spirane on the forefront of her mind. The woman wanted something different, something more, if that were even a possibility at all. She saw the happiness of her parents, of her sister, and she clawed desperately for that contentment, that sublimity. There was a fear in the back of her mind that her life would become a series of disparate events, a fear that her life would have no grand purpose. That she would never create something memorable.

Hot air blew through her nose in frustration and her head flopped sideways in the grass. Moladion was... falling apart. Perhaps it had lost the tenuous glue holding it together. What could she realistically change, with her paws set on a path towards obscurity? Her family seemed happy in the shadows of their kin, but Samus had always wanted to strive for something more, ever since the mute adolescent had attacked her and Nymeria when they were pups. She had tried, with Abel, with Pariah, to create good where there had been none. But ultimately, they had faded away from her, too. The woman couldn't help it when her mind wandered to the one wolf who had not flickered in and out of her life like a rogue firefly-- Samus pushed herself to her paws. There was no time like the present.

Curiously, the scent trail (once she'd caught it) seemed to zigzag towards the firefly forest, almost as if she'd forgotten the way. Her large ears pricked, she headed for more familiar trails, where Sila's path had seemed to straighten. A smirk played across her muzzle, the corners of her eyes creasing in amusement. Who would have thought their little meeting would have had such a lasting impact? Of course, Samus had meant to seek her out much sooner... but life had a way of getting in the way.

The woman stood in between the trees, awash with the fiery glow of a dying sun. Samus watched quietly as the fireflies began to drift lazily through the air, lighting up every so often, synchronized and almost musical. Her nose twitched as she took a few soft steps-- the other was close, but she lamented breaking the stillness of the forest. "Sila?" She would let the quiet words be carried to the other like a whisper in the wind. Her heart seemed to start thumping erratically at the prospect of seeing her once-companion again. Perhaps it was only just that they should meet here one more time.