ooc: Hello again!
Something had gone missing. The woman was certain of it, but for the life of her could place her paw on it. It was the darnest thing to know something was there, then a moment later find it out of place or gone. But it led one to wonder, had it been there at all? Or was this just her imagination telling of something strange? Either way, the Nomad female was bothered, and as a result, her Lambda would be bothered as well.
As she mulled around the den searching for her prized tuff of white rabbit fur, she whined in agitation and mumbled to herself about where she could have left it. It seemed like a less important matter to ponder on when the hierarchy of the Family was still very fragile, yet if she spent all her time pondering on it, she would reason, she would have gone mad with thought til she was muttering to herself for other reasons. Whatever distraction she could afford, she was glad for, even if it did tickle her brain to the point of irritability. And of course her mate was no help in bringing an end to this search. Apparently he was intent on watching her turn the den this way and that to find what was perhaps long gone. If only she could find her fur...
The search was brought to a sudden halt as a call both familiar and long since heard pulled the proud head and ears to attention. The voice brought back the memory of a fateful night when the lands of Sangi'lak played host to a mother and daughter pair. Short-lived but fortuitous, she recalled that encounter as well as the disappointment in finding the den abandoned soon after. Why now the autumn woman would hear the wolf's call was left to speculation until an explanation was given. A motivation which drew the she-wolf from her den and awkwardly down the mountain steppes to greet the call as expediently as her pregnant body would allow.
She did not howl in return but uttered a sound akin to a bark instead. The distance from the mountain to border was well enough that a favoring breeze was sure to carry her voice, provided a wild zephyr did not choose then to smother her greeting. It would not have its chance with the image of the earth hued wolf and grey mother coming into view in little time at all, though what stood before the Nomad was not the same vision she had kept in her mind. Her brows furrowed beneath their auburn veil in concern for the wellbeing of the pai, and a soft whine moved the still air as she drew nearer and gently graced a sympathetic nose to a weathered cheek..