It was as beautiful as she had remembered it in childhood. The trickling of water in the background, the smell of dew, the background of the near mountains hovering over them, the bright coppery rocks... She remembered as a child shuffling around the creek, bringing the most beautiful and bright to her family: her mother, her father, her brothers...all for which she had not seen for some time now. She missed them and was of course, excited to see them. Her winter without them however, had been very eventful. She would never take back her time with Cersei and her daughter. Though she had been raised well rounded in fighting and survival through their travels, Vaeta excelled in the hunt, loved it. Cersei had taught her a bit of healing skills and her pride left her with no doubts she would be quite the asset to whatever pack her family had taken part in.


....But they were not here. A frown touched her features and she lifted her muzzle to the afternoon skies: partly clouded, the sun bright. The gentle breeze in the air flowed into her direction and when she took in a deep breath, she did not smell any of her family that swore to be here. Did her brothers not speak of rekindling their birth pack? Were her parents not home sick? Her head falling, she huffs out a sigh. This made things complicated. Very complicated, where she had the whole land of Relic Lore to search. ...So. Where to start?

Passionate, Stubborn, and a Wanderer's Heart... It was the qualities that made up a Tainn wolf and Vaeta seemed to be everything the wolf her bloodline had destined her to be. She could be strong, she could be powerful and had everything of the training and body structure to be such a thing. Her father had been a pack Leader. Her uncle, a pack Leader and now her aunt and cousin each had a placement within Leadership within Relic Lore. It was seeming that she was destined to be tied down, to find her place within the lands as Kite finally had. In reality, she lacked the care for which the other girl did. She did not want to make a difference, did not want to stand out mighty in a crowd nor take a role and be happy to live in one place and one place only. The gypsy was as much the nickname she had gained growing up and although her heart yet still yearned for travel, she had since slated it for the time being in search for a higher purpose - family. From Copper Rock Creek, to the Vale, to her location at the sea over the winter, Vaeta at not even two years old had her share of venturing the world. It was the Lore she had yet to fully cherish and know. Now, as she sought out her family, the opportunity was set. She had but to move.

...And when she did, she was faced off with Kite. The woman's scent was in the air and as she stood to listen, she could hear the woman getting closer and closer. Vaeta Tainn was still, an emotion struggling and swirling in her gut. She was a very happy woman, loving to meet new wolves and interact. Though this was her home and someone was intruding on it. It took her a moment to realize her protective nature of the land could no longer be warranted. This was free land now. "Hello?" She then decided to call out to the other wolf, curious, though cautious enough to keep her placement whilst she did not know where the other was.

Her response was as even as Vaeta's own had been, calling out to her as she shuffled a little bit closer into her direction. She would hear the crunching of the dried and dead earth from the winter crunching under her footing and Vaeta's ears would lift higher and turn into the other woman's direction. She eased closer herself, moving through the familiar area at the spring which marked her birth home. Still, it was a place she would forever and always consider home despite the fact that it was obvious that none of her family lived here any longer. Perhaps her brothers had decided to wait for her arrival, or their parents? Perhaps they were still seeking followers and the winter had caused them to pause the recreation of a pack within these lands. She coud only hope for the best, as she would never stop to think they had given up on their goal. If it came down to it, hell, Vaeta would make this home once more.

Now that she was in full view of the other woman, a smaller, tawny young lass, she smiles to her and dips her muzzle in polite greeting. A muzzle which then reaches out for a sniff into her direction, a light wave of her tail level at her back side offered. "Actually, I've only just arrived." She smiles, her honey hued eyes turning to the flowing waters for a moment and the lush foliage around them, still coming back to full life after the winter's passing. "Beautiful place, isn't it?" She could not hold back her likeliness to the land, prideful of it down to the core.

There was a warmth in her honey hued eyes as she watched the other woman's attention turn about the land around them. Hidden beyond the Ghastly forest, close to the mountain's edges which they could see at their back door, is where the Secluded Spring was. It was where home was, a piece of the spring's waters flowing off down into a creek where the Copper Rock wolves had made their territory. The water flowing in the distance was a soothing sound, one she could remember falling asleep to in youth. Although the pack den had been flooded, perhaps broken up ans caved in by now due to lack of care, Vaeta had every intention of visiting it before she left here in order to find her family. Perhaps they would rebuild the same pack den, or create a more new, safer den to call their own that was less likely to get flooded by the surrounding waters. Ether way, the Tainn girl would be there and had every intention to protect her family, current of future, when it came down to it.

A laughter passes Vaeta's lips as the other woman's words touch the air, their laughter mingling for a moment before Kite continues. She was from a land of fields, one that Vaeta could put to mind. Beyond the cove that she had spent her time on, the sands turned into fall, flowing grasses of rolling hills and openness. Though Vaeta did quite enjoy spending her winter on the beach where it was warmer, she had to admit she longed the comfort of the forestry which made up much of the Lore. "Of course not!" Vaeta insists to Kite's question, a wave of her thick tail behind her. Her eyes dance to Kite's hazel hue and then down to the toying of her paw at the snow before back up again. "I'm from here, actually." And she did not mean just Relic Lore. "Right here, actually... My family founded the pack that once lived here called 'Copper Rock Creek'. I've recently returned to find them." And certainly, this had come off to a great start!

It was like fate, really, that Vaeta had returned to the Lore this very day. That at that very time Kite decided to once more explore the lands that one day she might be able to stand upon as it's Leader amongst a new, revived Copper Rock Creek. The woman before her pauses, a serious expression catching her. Vaeta takes a moment to wonder if anything was wrong, her long limbs tensing just the slightest, ready to be as swift as she was ever, should the name 'Tainn' bring about something ill in Kite. But the cocking of her head and the wave of her tail said otherwise and soon, the name 'Mirren' passed from her lips. Mirren! She knew him! "My brother!" She lets out in excitement, her tail waving behind her rapidly, her limbs lifting up and down in their placement for a eagerness to bound, to run into her brother's arms and tussle him up in a manner she had as a child. Glee touched her further as Kite continued, confirming that she did, indeed, know her brother. Not only did she know her brother, she knew where he was at, as well! Though there was no mentioning of her parents, nor her other brother, she was still very happy to have at least known where one of them was now. Unable to contain herself, she bounds forth to the smaller woman, a playful nip aiming to snag at her shoulder. She bounces around the springs on long, willowy limbs with an obvious eagerness. "Woodlands? Oh, could you take me there! Can we go now?" Although she loved her home, of course, it was not much more then a beautiful landscape without her family here with her.