Iopah had thought she would recognize her daughters in an instant. After all, she was well-used to their every sound and the particulars smells their adventures wrought upon their pelts. Many nights had been spent listening to them play (and sometimes argue) and she had cleaned many mal-odors from them after a wild day of adventure. The aging mother laid her head down, inhaling the scent of cedar needles and letting the smell remind her of their pup-hood.
When the wavering call first came, she dismissed it. Her memory varied so much from that uncertain tone that it triggered no recollection. The daughters she remembered were impetuous and wild, and that fading-away-sound had never left their throat before. No, it could not be them. Her dark nose pushed at the layer of cedar needles, hoping the scent would soothe her.
It wasn't until the sound of an approaching wolf made her stir. Golden eyes snapped open and her head lifted in the direction of her impending company. Even now, she couldn't have guessed who it was. It was one of the other Pine's wolves, likely Eirian or perhaps Nova with some news. Well, they would find her well enough here. The woman set her muzzle back on the earth and waited for her un-invited company to state their peace and leave.