Their peaceful walk continued without interruption, save for an occasional hoot from the nameless owl before he again settled into his folds. The woman's thoughts were no longer on him, but of the male she had left back in Ichika. Her heart would flutter now each time her thoughts turned to him as opposed to the painful longing she had suffered before their reunion. She would not help by smile and sigh adoringly, like a smitten pup blessed with first love. But such a word was not understood by her, a connection had yet to be bridged from one idea to the other. Yet, she knew how she felt... but not what it was called.
None the less she let her mind pleasantly wonder, chasing fanciful ideas when her paws should have been chasing prey. Then a bark detoured her thoughts, her head whipping around toward the origin of the voice. The familiar octave had long since been heard, but she recognized it despite the time apart. Elated the woman bounded toward her kindred spirit to meet her half way, nearly forgetting the body attached to her back before she was brought skidding into an abruptly halt. Her sense of boundary was nil as her like form approached the other, tail high and waving in friendly greeting as she came forward to grace the other's ear with a harmless nip of endearment. "Vesper!" She exclaimed. "It is good to see you, my friend." Upon her back the owl cried, his attempt at a nap now disturbed by the jarring ride from his excited steed. Still sheltered by his down, his gleaming orange gaze peered at the scarred female carefully.
The warrior could hardly keep still. She danced around the newly attained body of the kindred soul whining with delight for their coming together under Fate's direction. Though dizzying circled were brought to a sudden pause, her towering form growing rigid as the collective smell of wolves was fully inhaled; the smell of pack. And upon this realization, another was found as the woman's eyes truly opened to the heavily massed form before her. Curiously her crown tipped to the side before righting again just as the first tendrils of auburn bangs touched her nose. "You were not always like this..." she stated in observation. The longer she stared, the more apparent the scars upon the other's body became. Some of the wounds still fresh and healing. "My friend, what has happened to you?"