Raven's Watch Tendencies

Harlyn had not known that Warbone had returned to them, and so when she came upon his scent outside of the packlands, she had not known immediately who it was. Some faint part of her recogized it, of course. It had been a scent she'd committed to memory after they'd met, for she had not wanted to forget the mark of a wolf that might save them. But still, a long time had passed since then, and so it wasn't until she spotted him that recognition came.

A quiet sound escaped Harlyn's throat as she stepped towards him. The woman was reserved in her approach, not overeager. As much as his kindness had meant to her, she was not actually over familiar with him. Part of her was not certain he'd even recognize her, but she went to him anyway. "Warbone?" Harlyn said gently, her tone equal parts curiosity, kindness and nerves. It was not lost on her what it might mean for the Keep that he had returned, but she thus far did not allow her mind to consider where she would stand on the matter.