Nayeli had wanted to believe that making it back here, back home, would be the end of her worries when it came to the loners. Her goal since returning had become rebuilding what was lost to her, and moving on from what had happened. But Skadi's message at the borders had shaken that hard-won sense of security. Nayeli found herself listless, tired of her recuperation, wishing to stretch her still-aching limbs and reassure herself that all was well, for the moment at least. She was reminded of a her childhood on the isle, of carrying tiny creatures from the shore to "safety" before the patterns of the tides could touch their lives. Were her hopes now, to protect her children, to see the Bend thrive and reclaim her place within it, as futile as they'd been when she was a naive pup? Could anything, ever, be safe, and for how long? And still, she wished now that she could pick up the pieces that had fallen like the leaves beneath the snow, to put them back as they had been, once a verdant green and upon the now-bare branches of the great oak trees that wove together overhead. Fitting the old back into their places was impossible - they were trampled and sodden and had decayed over the long winter months. But as she scrutinized those boughs, she could see the ends of the twigs beginning to bulge with new growth, a promise of spring to come.
One sharp ear flicked, lost in in thought as she pondered the leaf-buds. She didn't need to see them to know that a new season would soon arrive, she could feel that in her bones.
Steam escaped her muzzle in a puff as she turned her back on her contemplation, resuming her walk of the borders. The scents here, which she occasionally paused to add hers to, provided a myriad of information to the starred woman's nose - which other members of the pack had patrolled or crossed the boundaries recently, whether her enemies had resurfaced... many things were written in the minutia of tracks and scents and tiny disturbances to nature's usual pattern. After a while, she found herself following one particular scent. It was him she found herself turning to more often than not since her return, and as always. And yet as the sun warmed her back and brought steam up from half-melted stream she ran alongside (that very stream that she had once feared she'd drown in, and they'd both laughed a such an idea), there was something more that made her seek him out today.