The Tangle when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe

Since they'd settled on the coast, the desire to leave had been minor. It had only been when Wildfire had gone missing did she force herself away to search but the wanderlust has, for the more part, begun to settle. She thought of the mountain less and less, even if part of her misses it, but it'll pass eventually and their growth in the cliffs will continue. It is with a little bug in the back of her mind that she begins to travel out of the territory. The weather had become tolerable, though not quite warm. The sun heats her dark fur when exposed but the wind reminds her of the season and eventually she is entwined in the tangle.

The territory is not one she is accustomed to. She'd been here once before, as far as she can recall, but the scent of blood manages to snatch her attention. Her ears flatten against her head as she searches, wolf equally on the wind but one she can't quite place. It's familiar but she can't quite put a grip on it to remember. Her tail sweeps lazily behind her but she keeps her posture as stiff as always. When she sees the other, she relaxes by a margin, but says nothing. Her paw is up and she is licking at it. Where Thuringwethil stands still where she noticed the other and waits, curious and patient, with a flicker of unexplained excitement.