The underbrush rushed past me in a blur as I rushed across the mountainside. My heart raced to match the swift pace of my paws, carrying me swiftly to him. For months it had been stolen moments, rushed exchanges and only the barest of time spent together. Any time I was away from mother for too long the guilt ate at me, and I had rushed back to make sure she was ok. But that morning she had told me she would seek out Kalseru, and though I offered to accompany her, to help her and make sure she did not overexert herself, she gave me a meaningful look and said simply, 'Go to him, Nymeria.' So I did.
Though I didn't know where he might be, perhaps completing some duty required of him as the pack's Razorwhip (Razorwhip, I sure did like the way that sounded for him), I still rushed headlong towards the spot where we'd always met these past months. It was purely instinctual to go there, even though he would have no clue that I was coming. My heart ached with how much I missed him, I was consumed by it. Though we were not imprints, some small part of me thought he would simply know it, feel that I was on my way and meet me there.
But as I skid to a halt in the clearing, mahogany eyes haloed in orange flashing around me, I realized that it was something of a foolish dream to think he would be there waiting for me. Panting, I pivoted a couple of times, even glancing up at the pine trees that I knew weren't suitable for the type of climbing he'd once shown off to me in his birth pack of Taviora. After a moment, I called out.
With an impish grin I threw back my head, lips parting as a howl poured forth, a call that he would surely be able to hear no matter where he was on the mountain. A howl that said today is our day for the taking.