Evening, Clear, Fullmoon; Vague date after Camio's return?
Nova had spent the few days of Camio's absence wallowing in her own pity. At the time, she had no greater wish and there was nothing that she wouldn't give just for his return. So when she smelled his heady scent freshly gracing the land of the thicket, she was surprised by her own reaction. She had thought she would be overjoyed when he'd come back, as he promised... Instead, the bundle of nerves and tension that had taken up residence in her gut only intensified. She wanted to give him as much distance as he needed and wait for him to come to her, as the whole cause of this mess had been her selfish desire to hold on tight. She'd assumed he would come around eventually, holding onto a hope that he was just taking his time to gather his thoughts.
Days had passed, and she could only wonder why Camio hadn't sought her out yet. She almost felt like he was actively avoiding her. She was running out of excuses for him and why he was taking so long, and was starting to wonder if maybe it was all over. That she was unforgivable, and he had had enough of her. That she was not even worth the time to tell. If that was the case and they were through, what more harm could she do by trying to get closure?
She mulled over her decision all day, finally making up her mind as the sun set. She could wait no longer. Her heavy, weary stride brought her to a quiet corner of the thicket. The little glade was a place she had come to enjoy during her time in the Woodlands pack, as the branches of the dense forest opened up to allow a clear view of the sky. The moon's full shining face lingered up above the tree tops, and Nova quietly admired it, almost trying to absorb some of its ephemeral power. The cold light of the moon lit the snowy ground with an eerie beauty, which was partly but not the sole reason she had chosen this place. Furthermore, it was isolated. She didn't want any witnesses to something that was just between the two of them. Who knew how this would go.
Nova stepped to the center of the clearing, settling her haunches down into the snow. Wide dark muzzle tipped back, Nova released a long mournful note calling for her mate. Letting her song drift off, she tilted her ears foward and kept her eyes alert. As much as she dreaded what he might say, and even more dreaded that he might not make an appearance at all, a part of her was excited just to set her eyes on him again.