Only a matter of weeks remained until a full year would have passed since my rejoining the pack. In that time I had gained back a good portion of the muscle mass I had lost while healing from my near death experience. Climbing the familiar trails of my home had toned my bodice once more, but no amount exercise could veil the signs of aging that had perhaps been hastened along by my year of solitude. Sixteen was not so old by Moladion standards, but a limp and the speckling of a few white hairs along my muzzle told the tale well enough that I was past my peak.

That did not keep me from stretching my legs and moving throughout the territory, though. As I walked along a trail heading south, my ears pricked forward at an interesting sound. I paused, standing still and listening more carefully. A grin edged at my lips as I recognized the voice whose song became more clear as he made his way down the same path as I, heading in my direction. Though I could hear his singing, he was not yet in sight, but I chuckled to myself all the same. Tyrion was an interesting fellow, and I found that I enjoyed his company. I felt, too, that he could be a good asset to my daughters during their tenure as the pack's leaders. From our conversation I'd gleaned that he had demonstrable prowess in the field of diplomacy, which would be a favorable trait to have in times such as these.

But now was not the time to think on the darkness rising up across Moladion once more, a knowing smirk had plastered itself on my features as a few butterflies preceded the small golden wolf as he came into eyesight. "Can't say I've heard that ditty before," I said, a single brow arched in joking reproval, before my expression dissolved into a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?" Moving to the side of the trail as Tyrion approached, I would pivot and fall into stride with him, not bothered by the notion of retracing my steps if it was in the company of a fellow pack mate.