Calla had been in Relic lore for a few days now, she had met a few wolves, even returned to the site of her old home to find that Grizzly Hollow was no longer there. That saddened the yearling, but she knew that she would have to find not only a pack to live in, but her sister. And maybe if she could manage to find friends of the hollow wolves, or what remained of them, she could start there. Calla left Cedarwood forest behind, having spent a night in the old pack den, trying to convince herself that the Lyalls were all truly still together at the very least, in her dreams. Those very dreams had taken her back to the joy of her pup hood. Chasing nonsense and simply enjoying being a round bellied puppy with no responsibilities other than to follow and learn.





Dawn grew bolder over the meadow as the cream female made her appearance, pausing to watch the mornings normal events transpire. She found that a small herd of deer had run at her approach, and the birds called to one another. It was oddly peaceful, but then, after having discovered her home was no longer there, or at least the one she had intended to return to, Calla had come to terms with a few things. Though she was determined to find her sister, no matter what it took, she was also still barely out of pup hood.. She had only just recently become a yearling, and she had to admit to herself, despite her urge not to, that she was a little scared of being so far removed from the rest of her family.





Slowly, the female made her way into the center of the meadows, lifting her golden gaze to look around. She had no clue where to even begin to look for Taima.. The scents from the wolves of Grizzly Hollow had washed away long before now.. What was it she hoped to find in the empty meadow? Perhaps a whiff of something long since forgotten maybe.. A silent sigh slipped from her lips before the yearling sat on her backside, simply looking around. She had taken this daunting task alone, and was now beginning to wonder if it was a fools errand.. Relic lore was enormous...Taima could be anywhere in it.. if she was still inside the lore at all.





Well.. She wouldn't find her sister by sitting here moping, now would she? Calla got to her feet and put her nose to the ground, intending to cross the entire meadow in search of even a faint whiff of familiar smell.

It was the snarl that caught her attention first. The sound of anothers anger reaching her triangular ears without fail. Calla paused in her intent sniffing about the meadow and looked up, concentrating now on an entirely different task than the one she had been attentive to previously. The slight breeze carried the scent of another on it, but she couldn't tell where, or who they were. Not enough information to know honestly. Eyes of a soft gold looked around, her fur ruffling in the wind. Where was the other? How many were there? Frowning, Calla shifted before she decided that nerves were unbecoming of the lady she was, and she planted her feet more firmly on the Terra below.





Lifting her head, the golden yearling called out a soft greeting, a gentle, but firm yap that echoed across the grasses of the open space. She hoped that whoever was there would answer, and then she would learn more about where her family was, or at the very least, what direction she wanted to go in to try to find Taima. Waving her tail above her back, she waited, turning her head slowly as she attempted to spot the other. Perhaps they had moved on, but on one paw, maybe she didn't want to meet them, if the anger she had heard earlier was anything to go off of. The Lyall female strode towards the center of the meadow, from where she had been positioned on one of the outer edges. Hopefully, the closer proximity to all the meadows reaches in general would give her a glimpse of the other.