On her two legs Caprica wasn't particularly built for walking long distances, but then, she wasn't really walking for the sake of getting anywhere fast. She was on the look-out, and so the tall luperci form suited her fine. From behind dark locks, the D'Angelo daughter kept an eye on the forbidding mountain range that hove in and out of view as she followed rocky paths east. She'd always wondered what lay in this direction, and really it had been the one place left to look for that large but strangely elusive family of hers. So here she was encountering the prospect of a mountain for the first time. She was travelling slowly, a little daunted. The rocks looked bare and unyielding after a spring spent amongst bountiful forest trees. But despite her pace, she moved with a swing in her step, hair in a short loose plait on the nape of her neck, bobbing behind her.

The sun reached its apex and found her just cresting the top of a small hill, puffing but proud of her climb, only to stand with wide eyes as she realised this hill was only a foothill, and only the first of many, and the smallest. She would really have to consider now whether to go on or not. She sat down with her legs out in front of her, watching the cloud shadows cross the undulating terrain that spread out before her, while sucking some honeycomb she'd saved from the forest. She loved having the taste on her tongue and the sweet scent of it on her fur; she often sought out beautiful smells, but could rarely find a way to get them to linger around her person. She wanted to make herself distinctive, recognisable - findable. But perhaps today it was finally her fate to do the finding. A wayward smell-trail breathed past her, and without deciding to rise, Caprica found herself on her feet. It was gone, lost in the nectar honey-scent, but she did not doubt her senses. That had been a familiar trail, and she knew now she had gone the right way. Too late to turn back, she found she did not want to - she truly yearned for her lost relatives, and she went forward to - she hoped - find them at last.

There was a spring in her step, and a speed that had been lacking before, a powerful strident walk that lasted until she almost lunged right over the border and came to a reluctant halt. It might have been her own flesh and blood that claimed these lands, but she knew her protocol. She stayed where she was, giving only a call of "Heey! Is anyone out there?" and then just waiting, shifting her weight restlessly, eyes roving the half-lit hillsides for a trace of approach.

As if her anticipation caused her to enthusiastically blot out the notice of any other identities, it was a moment before she realised the nearing scent was one unfamiliar. The man who met her was as dark and tall as she, but had a masculine hardness the soft-skinned female lacked. Caprica, as if ignorant of this fact, gave him a sweeping appraisal with bold eyes, but the attitude shown there was belied as the look finished with eyes turning towards the ground and a reply given in polite tones. Of course, it sounded a little ominous - his mention of strength of numbers, despite his friendly appearance, as she knew very well that appearances could deceive. However Caprica was almost certain she could rely on a welcome when it was discovered she was here. "Well, Crimson," she answered him, words laced with a drizzle of honeyed humour not to be patronised, "I think you have someone back there who might be interested to hear a certain Caprica D'Angelo has stumbled over her new claimed lands." Spoken playfully but still meant as the clearest of explanations. She was floundering a little, it had been a while since she'd held a conversation.

Her brows lifted wonderingly as mention was made of her mother's 'condition'. What could that mean? Injured, or...? "Lead the way..." she agreed with a slightly directionless hand movement as if shooing him along. She was heartsick to see Naniko. It had been so long. She remembered a tall, vividly pale figure with the strength - she imagined - of a bull and the speed of a bird. She remembered her mother so much larger than herself, but then, she had grown since that time. The journey to the den would not be necessary, Caprica knew the moment she heard the familiar voice and felt her heart leap in her chest. Her dancing eyes flitted desperately, found the figure of her mother. She was indeed as powerful a figure as Caprica remembered, but from her new adult perspective, not quite so awe-inspiringly huge. She had grown in other ways though. Caprica's face broke into a smile of delight, both sides of her hair pushed back to take in her mother more fully. Was she really carrying pups? But then the simple pleasure of seeing her again took over. Although Caprica never really let her guard down any more, she came the closest to it that she could. She danced with quick-stepping strides up to Naniko, her arms lifted as if to take her hands or embrace her, the same broad smile playing on her lips. "Hey Mom," she said in a soft sing-song lilt, but her eyes were bright and almost tearful. "I found you!"

Her hands flew half-way into the air at the name of Rio, her mouth curving into a half-smile that would have looked half-hearted if it wasn't for the ecstatic gleam in her eyes, betraying the deep emotion within. So long alone, and now here they all were! She unconsciously noticed Ravesque leaving, a quick head-turn marking the movement, but then her mind was captivated once more by the joy of the reunion and the promise of more to come. "Lucia!" she exclaimed, about to ask if she was near, but then realising that this question had been for her. Her mouth tightened. "No, I haven't seen anybody, since I left the Valley." Well, nobody important, she thought. The odd traveller, mostly avoided. "And here y'are! This is wonderful!" Caprica gushed, washing away the past few months with a single toss of her black hair. "Stay long? Well, how does forever sound?" She grinned at her mother, knowing she had not even seen the territory yet, but it didn't matter. She had a home again, a real home.

The segment of her youth where her mother was gone was not something Caprica often looked back on fondly, it was true; but as kids often do she had somehow assumed it was all for the best, and now that seemed to have turned out to be true. Here they both were, and such a place. "This place looks amazing," she exclaimed. "And you look good, too... you look..." She tailed off, facing her mother full now. "You're pregnant, aren't you!" Caprica whooped. She was going to be a big sister. Her family was expanding before her eyes. She reached forward to give Naniko a congratulatory hug. In the flush of delight in the realisation, she forgot she hadn't thought to ask where her mother had been or what had brought her to this place in the mountain, or how life had been treating her in general. Caprica was caught up in the moment, and oblivious as children can be - even grown ones - and there seemed to be nothing but good news.