It was not long before she heard a short howl call from her snowy pack mate. It was a relief to know that he was alright and was coming for her. Though, when she saw his white form, she met him halfway instead of making him trot all the way towards her. In the end, the pepper and salt colored woman ended up sprinting and bumping into his burly white chest. Unlike last time Swift River had gotten an intruder, things had not ended so well for her…or him once Triell and Ice had gotten to him. She buried her muzzle into the depths of his thick, pure fur and inhaled his familiar scent. The only scent, that to her, was safe. Her heart was finally started to calm from her long sprint and her gray ears flickered slightly with the question but before she answered, she relaxed into the calming touch of Ice’s muzzle at the base of her ear. A short sigh escaped her as she pulled away and looked up at him, "Yes, I’m fine. How about you?"

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes roaming her Guardian’s body looking for any sign of injuries. Jess was generally worried about him, as she usually was when it came to friends that she was particularly close with. At first, she had felt as if she had rubbed Ice the wrong way, but eventually it seemed as though the two had ended up becoming extremely close friends. Both wolves benefitted off of one another when they worked together and at times were the pillar that kept the other together. She did not know what she would do without Ice in her life. As of yet, he was the only constant that she was close to. There was also Marsh, but she had not seen the silent man in some time, but she was sure something would have been mentioned if she would have to worry. But the girl had faith in her pack mates and she knew that if she needed to know something important, than she would know.