She left early in the morning, when the Anor was too groggy to argue. A hitch to her plan was the fact he slept beside the mare, but with some gentle prodding to his still slumbering mentality she easily weened Lirael from her master's grip. The buckskin was eager to gallop and run wild at any hour of the day, anyhow, whether that was with the golden scout or her new snowy-furred jockey.
And ride they did, to lands perhaps unfamiliar to Lirael but very fresh on Fennore's mind. She and Tamlin had visited them recently on a scouting trip, but it was not the new northern lands they discovered — rather, it was a wolf. He... had his quirks, surely, but he had helped the Moonwraith with her barely healing injuries, and she couldn't mark against him for that.
They had arranged a meeting place, the field where she and the scout had heard his solemn, warbling melody moons ago. While she had left the other male behind, she was certainly not alone, what with Lirael and even Macha accompanying her this time around. She had hesitated to bring the kitten at first, but even if she had left her in the care of Tamlin, he was too drunk from sleep to keep her from just padding after her mistress anyway. So just bringing her along seemed the only option, adventurous and curious a creature as she was.
Macha had asked in her own broken, kittenish way where they were going, and the she-wolf told her in no certain terms. It wasn't as if the feline could understand half of what she said, although she was always learning. "A friend lives up here," she answered flippantly, but the term was perhaps too generous now. He had assisted her, yes, but still, she didn't really know him. The coal-pelted man was rather wary of his new acquaintances, still cautious to let them into his life fully — and that was fine, Fennore supposed. Eventually he would either come around or he wouldn't. But ignoring his presence there would do nothing to push the former.
Of course, not only did she seek to visit Bellad, but the scouting from days before remained incomplete. He had slowed their progress, changed their course; they would return another day, Tamlin affirmed, and return she did, though he slept through the budding dawn none the wiser.
Her slender hands, free of the horrid dressings finally, pulled the reigns gently, and the horse stopped short of the bridge. Macha wriggled from the saddle bag and looked with huge, questioning jade eyes at the woman. "Fen? Oh?" she mewled curiously, and the female in question lowered her hood to fluff out her fiery locks.
"Be patient and you will see." She lifted her muzzle to the sky, taking a deep breath and crooning a smooth, summoning tone. The howl wasn't extravagant or brandishing, but rather clinical and to-the-point. He would know who it was and know it was an amicable call. But now it was a waiting game to see if he would heed it.
ooc → hello howly ^^