She had not forgotten him, the thick black and white stallion with his spots and smirks. She has not seen him since they had traveled to Hyaline together, he had never come back as she thought he might have. It hadn’t truly bothered her then and much had happened in the time since she had last seen him.  She had settled in Taiga (although Yan’s absence and the unusual silence in the redwoods had drawn her back to wandering), she had found her mother, and she had learned of the long lost half-sibling which she now took to seeking out. And then there had been the creatures she had met along the way. The demon in the River, the beautiful young Queen of Loess, and the black and blue bruised creature who had taken a part of her that she had willingly given.

The rumors coming from Hyaline are enough to keep her from searching the lands of the East too closely but she’s heard that the Cove is a beautiful place and a quiet one where one might be hiding if they don’t want to be found. So she takes the risk, traveling that dangerous path between Pangea and Hyaline to get to the destination she seeks. The light is golden but bleary through the fog and clouds that settle over the morning dew and she is instantly impressed by the beauty of this place. As well as a familiar figure cutting through the mist.

She dances over the heather to him, a teasing smile on her lips and a glittering in the golden depths of her eyes. “Hiding or did you turn senile and forget how to leave?” It comes to her that he had told her once about the Cove she thinks, a memory that had gotten pushed down with time and more pressing issues. Perhaps she should feel guilty for not seeking him out sooner but she doesn’t, life moved quickly and she could not feel bad for following where the winds had taken her.

If the shadow serpent catches her off guard it doesn’t show although her steps slow only slightly, hesitant, until she recalls seeing such a thing before around Chemdog when she had first met him in the Field. She was the epitome of all things sugar and spice on the surface with the tangle of jungle flowers weaved deeply into her sable tresses, the smoky spiral that graces her forehead, the hint of gold that peeks from long lashes that flutter with natural flirtation at him as she nears. The few bite marks that still linger across her buttery pelt tell only a piece of the story of what she had been up to in the time that’s passed between them.

He seems pleased to see her, her name filling her ears with warmth as she finally settles beside him. She chuckles at his response and gives a quiet smile as his muzzle grazes her shoulder, his lips tracing a path that had been traveled by a rougher mouth than his awhile ago. She had never minded being touched and she doesn’t mind now although his gesture of affection brings back memories that make her curious.

“I’ve been looking for my brother.” She responds honestly, looking up at him with her usual brightness. “Half-brother really.” So far she had some promising leads and intended on following them shortly. But it wasn’t her quest for her sibling that had brought her to the Cove today. “I thought I would stop here along the way since I’ve never been.” She grins at him, something wolfish and taunting as she tosses her thick petaled locks to reveal the pale dapples hidden beneath along the crested arch of her neck. “How lucky for you I've come or you might have been lost for ages.”