Her excitement had surely gotten the best of her. The moment she thought it was okay to make way towards Secret Woodlands, Veata had darted off with what she assumed was a Kite in tow. Her limbs had carried her swiftly out and away from the Ghastly Woods that surrounded the Secluded Spring which was the foundation of her birth home. Being a quite swift wolf, the distance flew by her with an absolute ease with an ability to pace herself in a way a traveler knew very well. The woman surely had miles on her and the stretch from one end of the Blackberry Fields to the next meant little to her. The afternoon bright skies turned into late afternoon as the sun shown its brightest now before likely beginning to fall down from the top of the sky for the night. Her head turned over her shoulder to see if Kite was still with her, though the moment she hoped into the unknown lands of the Thicket of Secrets, she became lost by them.

Just as their name description entitled, the young woman got swallowed at the thickness of the forestry and in moments, she was no longer darting head first towards her brothers, but crawling and climbing into what she assumed was their direction was she navigated awkwardly enough the vine, bush, tree and brambles. Time was lost by her and the moment she came to a small opening in the forestry, she could see that the sky was alight in pink, orange and red as sunset washed over the lands of Relic Lore. It was a few paces more did finally the scent of other wolves catch her. She moved forest more and there, she found a scent marker of the territory. This had to be it! Instantly her head lifted, calling out desperately for her brother she had long now missed.

She was eager - very eager and the excitement of it had her body quivering and her tail waving madly in the air. Surely this other female had not lied to her, had not given her false promises to be reunited with a brother that she had been waiting all winter and beyond to see once more. Vaeta was a very happy, open and honest wolf and to her, Kite seemed the same way. Perhaps the Tainn was a bit too trusting in this manner, though Kite had given Vaeta no reason not to trust her and so, she did trust and put her hope within her. She prances, finding herself pacing at the border as Kite darted within territory lines, marking herself along the borders. Vaeta whined, excitement causing her to pant as her long limbs paced ever more so, unable to settle as she awaited her brother to adhere her commands for him to come to her side as he had done time and time before when they were children. The other woman spoke of her own brothers, of wishing to see them, of the likely chance however that she would not. It was sad, really, for although Vaeta loved to travel she could not imagine doing so for long enough, or far enough that it would keep her from never seeing her family again. They meant far too much to her.

She pauses, only to smile deeply to Kite, who's coat was alight like fire as the skies sunset danced over their coatings of tawny and timbered hues. ...And then... he arrived! A loud and pleasurable squeal echoed from her mug and in seconds, she was charging as he came to greet them. Her paws lifted, long limbs aiming to ether wrap around him or slam him uncomfortably in the chest as she aimed to knock him over in a form of rough play. Her parents had always wondered if perhaps her brothers would be too rough with her as a child - but no! Oh, they had tried to much to be delicate with their sister, but she nips at their ears and pulled their tails and tumbled with them as aggressively as they did one another. It was the same manner as she did now, as though they were still children, as she attempted to rough him up and dominant him within the thick forestry of what would hopefully be home.