@James | Thank you for your patience!

Time had been kind to the healing wolf, which was as grand a compliment as she could bestow to the ever-changing and vengeful force. Under the shelter of the Glen, she had found her strength again to travel and explore, not only for herself but for the youth that now dwelt in the fragrant lands. She was happier, in truth, though her expression portrayed none to make any the wiser. Yet as she walked again with hardly a limp to tell, there was a subtle bound that could not be ignored as she pursued a northern course towards strange woods.

Rather than keep herself under the care of the Glen wolves, she set out on her own volition to keep to a word she had shared with a passing stranger. In any other instance, one might not have seen this necessary to keep to, as there were no previous obligations between herself and the grey male she had met some time ago. But the mountain wolf was not conditioned to let a word slip away to naught. Even if it was to do nothing more than sit and visit with a stranger, or perhaps recount the experiences that had passed since last they greeted and spoke. It was perhaps obscene to go such lengths for someone she did not know. Yet the female believed that all were deserving of the same regard despite their affiliation. Be them well known or stranger; if she had given a word to them, then that word was worth fulfilling.

And she traveled quite far under the shadow of the mountain, until their trail of gnarled woods veered off from the formidable peaks. When rugged earth gave way to overgrowth and moss, she could take a moment to pause and assess her surroundings. The pair had not settled on an exact meeting place since they brush upon the mountain... when when scent and surveillance failed to bridge the gap, there was always the song of the kind to guide one to the other. Rather than scour the woods both blind and aimless, she raised her muzzle to the air and called out for the visage of grey to find her.