As Moonfeather's ears fell back, her gaze lowered momentarily in a somewhat bashful recognitionof Niviaq's words. Though it was far from the first time she had been told just how much she looked like her grandmother, it still brought a warmth to her cheeks and a nervous flip to her stomach. That she might ever lead a life so great as MoonGlow's was her greatest aspiration, and she believed with all her heart it was the very spirit of the grandmother she had never met that had sent her one her quest. But with age had come a maturity that helped her to overcome that self-consciousness that always reared its head when she was compared to her grandmother, accepting it as a compliment rather than a measure of what she was expected to become in others' eyes. It was only her own aspirations she had to live up to.
The two met briefly in an embrace, and Moonfeather treasured the moment. Though the thought of the loss of her mentor had crossed her mind many a time during her travels, for now she pushed the realities of time and age aside to enjoy their reunion. Pressing her neck into Niviaq's, and resting her nose into the line of her shoulder, she soaked it all up, breathing deeply of the woman's aged, familiar scent. There was something different to it, a note out of place, but despite all of the training she had received from Niviaq herself and the wolves she had met in her travels, she willfully ignored what she knew it meant.
Stepping back, she smiled as the woman asked her of her travels. Moonfeather settled into a sitting position as well and began to recount the tale of her quest.
She paused for a moment, then continued.