Fortunately for Wyrm (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on how one looks at it), she has the terrible habit of keeping a very close eye upon her family. A family that now, by extension, includes the green stallion. Considering that he harbors her son, there is very little chance any longer that he might escape the prying of her sight.
It is how she can be assured of their safety, despite the sinking of Pangea into the ocean and all the chaos that had ensued following that event. Luckily for her, the more familiar she is with a particular creature (equine or otherwise), the easier it is for her to find them. So it does not take her long to discover her lover making his way past the borders of her home.
Despite his current serpentine form, she has little trouble locating him. To be honest, she hadn't entirely expected him. Historically, she has been the one hunting him down, not the other way around. She cannot quite say why she keeps coming back to him over and over again, but it is an arrangement that had always oddly suited her. Still, it is with a quiet surge of pleasure that she approaches him. Pleasure that she had not needed to make the call.
Of course, she has nothing for him yet. Much to her frustration, her quarry seems to have disappeared, gone with the sinking of Pangea. She does not believe he is dead, but neither can she be certain. Not with her current inability to locate him. As it turns out, even she is not infallible.
She is a patient woman though. She could only hope her oldest friend would prove as patient as she.
“Wyrm,” she says by way of greeting, blue eyes rising to fix upon the boa lounging upon the branch of a tree. “What a pleasant surprise. How fares our son?” While she is perfectly capable of ascertaining Longclaw is well, even she has her limitations. And hearing of his accomplishments from the boy's father would serve to reassure her, second only to hearing it from Longclaw's lips himself.
