Something odd was going on… wait, wasn’t this the same way she felt all that time ago. It had been a long time… A very long time since she felt this, it was like the sensation that you had someone with you, even if you were alone. Petra had grown a lot since she had last seen the one that caused it, and also had been keeping very busy to keep that time between then and now filled. She was a slender wolfess, built for speed and really kept the form of a huntress through and through. Her mother taught her lots of tricks, and then she learned the art of being an assassin. In all reality Petra put her paws in all sorts of things since she turned two, and also this spring she welcomed two very annoying brothers into the world. They were the bane of her entire existence. Well, not Mochimal so much, but Niyol? She wished she could put him in a pit and bury him some days. She had to stay one step ahead of his pranks.

The black grey and golden girl though had been working hard to be helpful around the pack. She hunted mostly with her mom, but she also did scouting missions outside the pack and around the borders. Today just happened to be one of the days she was at home hunting, she grasped a rather fat racoon in her maw. An earlier success, and she planned to take it back to her grandfather to eat when the feeling permeated her being. It was at the border, she wasn’t sure what she felt. Excited? Nervous? Maybe a bit angry? No, she didn’t think she was angry, but she missed him, the one who held the other part of her soul. Her slender form went sprinting towards the feeling, easily maneuvering through the pack and stopping when she neared the borders. He was just outside the pack’s marked edges, the worn dirt path that marked where the patrols often traveled was a clear indicator of Taviora’s borders.

With all the stealth of a huntress she crept forward. She knew she wasn’t wrong, but she wanted to make sure. She froze when she heard his paws in the fallen foliage, eyes going to the nearby tree that had a branch she was fairly sure she could get up too. She burst into a quick sprint rustling the brush around her before her claws went scampering up the bark, all the while still holding her racoon prize. He might have thought it was a racoon, or other tree climbing animal if he didn’t know her family’s peculiar trick. Stepping gently onto a branch it giggled but she was able to see him below. He let out his own nervous greeting and she grinned.

Maybe she knew where Niyol got it from, or maybe they just got it from their mom in general, but she couldn’t help it. She flung her head swinging the dead racoon from her maw and letting it plummet to the ground. She was only about ten feet up in the air herself after moving to the branch she was halfway on and off of now. ”Heya! Long time no see! How the heck are ya?” She chirped cheerily her white tipped tail zipping about lightly behind her. He had grown too, a LOT more than she had by the looks of it. His scent though was no longer permeated with Diveen though. Did he leave? Where has he been all this time. Ahh well, she supposed she would find out soon enough.

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