Another day, another trip into the lowlands. It had become an almost daily routine for the fiery woman, the only way for her to stretch her travel-hungry legs. Her nose was in the wind, sniffing for any signs of spring’s approach – her body was telling her it was close, surely all other living things were feeling it too. Yet the breeze carried no scent of herds gathering or new shoots, all she smelled was; Reika!

All thoughts of spring were forgotten as Flair rushed to follow the trail of her soon-to-be packmate. She had started to fear the worst, and even now, she worried what state she might find the younger wolf in. What she didn’t expect was to find her with a kid! Coming to a halt at a distance still some lengths from the two, the fiery woman’s brow furrowed, lone ear flattening back uncertainly. Her voice was laced with concern as she called out: “Reika…?”

The child looked ragged and skinny, and clearly startled at her voice, making Flair’s frown deepen. She took a few steps closer, but still kept some distance to not scare him any further then looked back to her friend. “It’s good to see y’ too,” she answered, her tail giving a soft wag; “I was startin’ t’ get worried.” The Archer had been gone for quite a while, enough so that the fiery woman had began to wonder if she would be coming back at all.

But now here she was, and not alone either. Glancing briefly down at the black pup, Flair tilted her head, offering a smile to try and calm him; “And who’s this?” Her voice was soft, tail still wagging, all in an effort to calm the boy. Internally, she was bursting with questions, about Reika’s trip and about this unexpected, starving boy; Did she bring him here? And if not, where was his family? But for now, she remained quiet, to not overwhelm her friend or her young companion.