It had simply been a matter of time before Remi made her way around Moladion and landed back on the doorstep of her childhood home - Spirane. The mountains loomed before her, a familiar and cathartic presence for the girl who had taken to traveling far beyond the reaches of Moladion more than a year prior. But for all her wandering, it was inevitable that she would end up back here. The blood of the mountains coursed strongly through her veins, tempered by the fun-loving nature of her father. It was he, and her mother, who brought her back here. A happy smile was plastered across her features as she made her way along familiar routes that brought her back into the territory. Even as a pup she had taken to venturing outside of the confines her parents had set for her, wishing to see more of the world but always returning home for dinner and to cuddle up with them in the den of her birth.

This return was different, for she had no intentions of staying. Though this place would always be a home of sorts to her, she found greater comfort in the wandering of her paws than to settle in the same den night after night. There was just too much to see and do in this world.

Her plans to make a beeline for her parents' den were interrupted, however, when the sound of many voices happily coalescing reached her ears. Pausing along the path she followed, pure icy blue eyes looked back towards the perimeters of the pack lands further to the north from where she had crossed into Spirane. Her head tilted slightly, ears pressed forward as she listened, wondering what this might be all about. Then it occurred to her - today was the first day of spring! With a jubilant wave of her tail, she rounded and set off at a jog towards what could only be the annual two year old party.

Of course the fact that she was a fully grown three year old did come to mind, she brushed the thought away. After all, she had missed out on her own two year old birthday party, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to partake in this event. Plus she simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet more wolves from the far reaches of Moladion who might have gathered here. Though Remi's legs were long and willowy, she wasn't an overly tall girl, so she was certain some of the other two year olds would be as big or bigger than her, allowing her to blend in. And though her features had narrowed with maturity, there was a soft feminine grace to her that allowed her to remain youthful in appearance. Not to mention her overall demeanor, which was carefree and fun loving, a true child of Haven and Hollowpoint if there ever was one.

So the girl pranced into the gathering, passing between wolves with smiles and nods to each in turn, eager to find a place amongst them that she might easily slide into a conversation.