Moonspear Sweet child o' mine

As Rannoch felt better, he found himself straying from the lifestyle that he had become accustomed to; instead of napping mid-day, he found himself setting out more often to familiarize himself with Moonspear's territory. On this particular blustery Fall afternoon, Rannoch was exploring once more. Roaving along the trail that was more-often trekked, as he didn't want to risk any further injury, the Iota wandered mindlessly for quite some time as he took everything in. 

In his meandering, Rannoch eventually caught a whiff of Wraen's scent and, almost instantly, he found that the smell piqued his interest. Changing his course, as he was interested in meeting the packmate that he was not yet acquainted with, Rannoch walked with more purpose as he followed the trail that she had left. 

Soon enough, Rannoch came across Wraen. He found her bouncing between boulders in a manner that the Iota read as determined. For a short moment, Rannoch was conflicted on whether or not he should reach out, as she seemed busy, but, he figured it'd be nice to introduce himself quickly before allowing her to go on her way. 

"Hey!" called Rannoch from as distance, and quickly, he found himself wondering whether or not he'd been loud enough to catch her attention.