Waiting outside of what she thought was her old home had proven somewhat fruitless. There was a strange, but not unfamiliar, scent that had crossed through the crags a few times, though it left no clues for Erie. She knew she was in the right place, now, but where was her family? Certainly they must be out there, somewhere. She could just barely remember the colors of their fur, their scents and the colors of her parents eyes... with barely any information to go off of, her search was basically guesswork at this point. It was still unexplainable how she had found this place at all, but she supposed memories must remain somewhere, even if you couldn't call them to the surface. Perhaps Erie knew nothing of the route she had taken, but her paws remembered every step. She had simply let them carry her back.

For now, though, she had heard the call for some kind of party for wolves her age. She was not really the partying type, but if there were a lot of wolves here, maybe one of them would be able to give her some more information. The distant peaks had been the first thing to come into view as she approached, and being underneath their shadow felt familiar in a way that she couldn't pinpoint. This was her home--not just the mountains or the swamp, but all of it--Erie was sure of it. Her two years wandering alone had shown her many places, but none had carried the weight of emotion like this one. The name was even on the tip of her tongue, but she still felt like a stranger to these wolves, her history was here but it was also out there. She was confused but hopeful that she would finally be finding her place.

She crossed the border of the pack, feeling the ground beneath her paws grow rockier and steeper as she progressed through the terrain. It was a beautiful pack, with creeks and forests and peaks and valleys that she could see in the distance, and her eyes feasted on the sights as she trotted along. It wasn't long until she came upon the gathering of wolves, all young and wide-eyed like herself, shuffling around a young woman who appeared to be the host of this party. Erie arrived just as she introduced herself, Faye, and gave the name of the pack she was in, Spirane. She waved her tail a little bit, trying not to look as awkward as she felt. When everyone was silent for a moment, she took that as her turn for an introduction.

"Hello, my name is Erie." The sound of her own voice surprised her for a second, raspier and deeper than she had remembered. She hadn't really been talking much. "It is very nice to meet you all." Her tail waved behind her again, as her yellow-orange eyes scanned the crowd nervously.