Traversing across the crags was a breeze due to her mountain heritage, and the girl was enjoying the crisp fall air, and the blindingly blue sky. She paused for a moment, letting the breeze ruffle her raven black pelt, mahogany eyes peering out from her lopsided white mask. The chilly weather and the bright sky and the feeling of the slick and cool rocks against her paws gave her a feeling of robustness, and Samus felt as though she was prepared for anything. She had taken her tasks from Daenerys and she had completed one already, and today she was searching for a wolf that would help her to complete another. The girl did not feel as though she needed to take the route of her mother and become a hunter; she felt as though her skills were more broad than centralized.

It was fun to hunt, and it had been fun to steal- she supposed it would be fun to play scout or diplomat as well. Samus did not have a traditional ambition, she did not want to rise through the ranks to prove her worth or to be better than others. She simply wanted to be in a position where she could bring out the best in those around her, to help them see that they were strong and capable on their own. Perhaps it was a foolish sentiment but she had seen the hesitation in some of the wolves she had met, hesitation that needed to be tempered so their true talents could outshine it.

She did not quite realize why, but her thoughts drifted towards ones of Iromar and Aithne's fall from power. Samus was concerned for a moment- these things were not hers to worry about and it was rare that her mind went towards things of a more sinister nature. The reason why become apparent as she realized that she had been following a familiar scent for some time. Her ears perked and her eyes brightened as she saw the form of an old friend in the distance, several paces away and a bit lower down. "Pine!" She called, scampering forwards and nearly tumbling over in her excitement.

Her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth and her tail, along with the lower half of her body, wiggled and wagged. "Hey, I've been thinkin' about ya! Y' doin' okay, sugar?"