It was high time she went to meet up with her friend again. For too long after they (they being her and practically all of Willow Ridge) had taken down those blasted creatures Yvly had been on the fence about going closer to where Wraith lived. Although his leader had not been the nicest of wolves given the circumstances, she had allowed her to help take down the opposition and even afterwards allowed her the curtesy of not being chased off. Still, she did not feel at ease going so close to the Ridge border in case she came upon another one of the pack members. She had no idea how high the tensions between their two packs were, and given spring had broken through the winter wonderland it had been better to keep to herself. But with all the recent additions to Grizzly Hollow she just needed to get out and seek the comfort of a wolf she actually knew.

Trotting along the bank of the murky marshland, a distasteful expression on her maw at the feeling of the muddy water and sticky soil in between her toes, the tawny female thought back to the first time she and Wraith had met. Now that time had passed she could look back upon the memory with a certain fondness, and even laugh about it. She just hoped this time the day would not begin the same. As it was, the sun had already begin to make its ascent into the sky, and birds twittered above as they flew by. Lucky bastards. What she would give to be able to fly over this mess of water and mud. Yvly hummed a soft tune to herself as she slowly but surely made her way through the marshlands to where the willows had made their home and meet up with her friend again.

Yvly lifted up her head at the sound of a loud bark nearby, body instantly on alert. She was alone and close to the border of a possibly rival pack, so she could never be too cautious. But as soon as she spotted Wraith's large, black form trotting eagerly towards her, the tawny female's body relaxed and she responded with an enthusiastic yip of her own. It had been far too long. Stopping on the bank of a particularly short, yet seemingly thick expanse of muddy and murky marshland, her tawny tail flared out behind her, wagging excitedly as she pawed at the edge where hard soil met the disgusting muck. Though she may be overjoyed at seeing her friend once more, she was doubtful if she would go through the stuff, it was simply not endemic to her. However, her large friend seemed to have decided her fate for her that day as he simply plunged into the muddy waters with seemingly great pleasure, even daring to raise up on his hind legs and flick his front paws at her, sending flecks of mud her way.

Letting out a shocked shriek of terror and disgust, the tawny female leaped back quite ungracefully to minimise the amount of mud that would stick to her lengthy coat, though at the same time she let out an ecstatic bark of laughter. Shaking out her fur in the hopes maybe some of the mud would fly back at Wraith, Yvly pranced back to the edge of the bank, her front half bowing down in a half play bow, butt shaking in the air behind her. Deciding, eh, damn the consequences, she darted forward into the muddy waters and reared back onto her hind legs so her front paws, which were now sticky with the gloopy mud, could bat playfully at Wraith's neck and face.