She was here. She was home. For good? Who knew. It didn't really matter in this moment. All that mattered was Visenya was here, now. We came together in an embrace that seemed to close the distance of the past years, erasing her absence the instant she wrapped her head around to rest on my neck. As she breathed in my scent, I inhaled hers, drowning myself in it the best I could. She smelled freshly of Moladion, but beneath that were the wild aromas of those lands that lay beyond the northern tundra of the only home I'd ever known. Wanderlust had taken her far from Moladion, I could tell that, but her heart had brought her home again.

As she pulled back, I looked her in the eyes and saw the maturity of a woman that existed there. She was no longer a pup, no longer innocent to the ways of the world. Visenya knew things now, things that perhaps even I did not. The call to explore the vast world beyond the borders of Moladion had never existed within me, and yet I had never begrudge a family member who did feel it. After all, it was a trait no doubt passed down from MoonGlow herself. In that regard, I believed myself to be more like my grandmother, Boneclaw - bound to and fated for the mountains, for as long as I lived and breathed.

A laugh bubbled forth from my daughter as we each studied the differences and familiarities in one another. Once more she dove nose first into my fur, taking it all in, and I returned the gesture, nuzzling my nose into her chocolate fur and joining her in laughter. Joy overtook us both, and in that moment no words were truly needed. Eventually, however, the laughter subsided and once more we separated to look each other in the eyes.

'I'm home,' Visenya said, and nothing sounded more sweet to my ears. I was so grateful to lay eyes on her once more, that to hear her voice speaking to me seemed almost a dream. And yet, the embraces we had shared proved she was truly here, she was truly home. I smiled at her as she apologized for being late - almost as if she were simply showing up a bit behind schedule of when a hunt was supposed to begin. 'There were some things keeping me busy,' she noted, and I chuckled softly. "I should like to hear about them all," I said, smiling, wondering what my Visenya had been up to these past years.

At her pause, I moved to stand alongside her, facing up the trail and back into the depths of the pack lands. When she shook her head, stating she didn't know where to begin, looking to me for guidance as she once had in puphood, I simply smirked at her. "The beginning is as good a place as any." The beginning, the day she had chosen to leave Moladion. After all, I wanted to know it all, so there was no better place to start.