Elation fills her chest as large, dark paws finally bring the last born daughter of Alcide and Moonglow back home to the mountain. The young lad, whose name was Eldrax, trotted along beside her and Idunn hops that Moonfeather is along side them as well. Dark irises glance up in hope toward the sky for Kutcha; however the pull of the mountains is great and the border is flying by beneath their paws.

She was born on the soil of the mountain much the same as the silver lad beside her, and held no qualms about entering freely into her homeland. Though it was no longer Daenerys scent that proclaimed the border. Like Moonfeather was her niece, the two scents on the border also belong to those that were a part of her. Idunn looks very much forward to seeing them, and only when they are at last deep within the mountain pack does she finally slow her pace. They have not yet begun the ascent up the great peak but rather have come someplace near to the southwestern base of the mountain. With love do dark eyes take in all that surrounds her, for she knows this place well. It was somewhere she had often sought when she was home in Spirane, and it had hardly changed. The wildflowers still littered the area and the view across the land from this particular vantage point was breath taking.

And it wasn't only the land itself that had brought her here. Memories of loved ones covered the clearing for her just as much as the flowers did, and Idunn's heart and soul could have wept with joy at the intensity of her feelings in those moments. Purple gradient eyes at last have their fill, and turn to Eldrax with excitement that perhaps often wasn't in eye eyes of someone her age. But her spirit had always been a young and spry one, the gypsy blood in her strong just as the mountain itself was. On their trip here, she had told Eldrax all about her journeys and quests outside of Moladion- meeting fantastic creatures that were hardly imaginable, and learning about other worlds and realms that existed. If Moonfeather was with them she would surely be included as well. It could have been that the novelty and grandeur of it all would have worn off by now, but the dark she wolf was different from the norm.

Fascination was always prevalent within her heart, along with her admiration and respect for all things around her. Which is why she looks to the young boy with curious interest; some may place a pup to be uninformed and unable to teach others. But Idunn knew better, and knew that some of the best teachers were the newest souls to the soil. Such as Moonfeather, and the way they had first met, the result of such memories bringing a warm and loving smile to her features. Orba and Kutcha.. that had been the very last time Idunn had ever gotten a glimpse of what was left of Moonglow. Her spirit would forever carry on, but that white raven was a special symbol, and a special creature all on her own. Orba would also live on, in Moonfeather and Kutcha; in Idunn herself and Eldrax and every other wolf and creature of the mountain. They were all connected, and she wished to know what the silver lad might know himself of such matters.

"Eldrax, do you know what happens when we pass on?" It could very easily be considered a morbid subject, but Idunn knew that it was all a part of the grand design. There could not be life without death, and the energy had to continue onward in order to create new life. Her travels in her life had brought her many places, shown her and taught her many things, and she wished to know what this child of the mountain knew. And if Moonfeather happened to be along with them, Idunn had questions for her niece as well but if she were not, seeking her out wouldn't be an issue for her. The dark wanderer knew the mountain better than the back of her paw with her eyes closed, even if had been nearly a decade since her latest homecoming.