She hadn't wandered too far from the Rye Fields, close enough to keep her promise that Askan would be able to find her if he wanted without too much trouble but far enough away that nobody else would catch her unless they were looking. She was pretty sure they'd given up by now anyway.
Which was why it came as such a surprise when a familiar dark wolf appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Even from here Phoenix could tell the woman was a shadow of herself, more worn than when the girl had last seen her, in the flurry of a snowstorm hunting foxes. It was a happy memory from a far simpler time... but she was sure she hadn't picked up Remington's scent when she dipped close enough to snoop around the borders on one of those nights when she almost considered just sneaking into her parents den and waking up as though she had never left at all and blaming their seniority for the belief she had ever left at all.
She was torn between calling out a greeting and slipping back into the reeds that lined the lake, the wind wasn't on her side, and what if the girl dobbed her in or tried to drag her back? But she remembered the glances they had shared when Askan's sister arrived, and whenever Adelayde was around... and she decided to take a chance. "Remi?" Her tail waved a greeting, though the rest of her stance was still unsure. Would she even recognise her?