Nishu's death, the possibilities of the other bear, and the very complex knot of feeling coiling in her chest has her  anxious so she can't help her lengthy strides that push her beyond her boundaries. It's a relatively warm, but foggy morning, and she knows the pack will function just fine without her. Not that she had been overly prevalent in the most immediate days, anyway. The dark alpha knows she has been distracted and won't bother them with half-assed efforts. Instead, she had focused on bringing herself back around and handling all the appropriate measures of her mourning for a longtime comrade.

But she's warming up again and feeling cooped up. She lopes across the field heading roughly northeast, taking care to kick up her heels and dig deep for a good run to clear her lungs while she had the space. Eventually, the edges of the quarry approached and she slowed up, then guided a trail towards the spindly forest of the Weald's edge.

With word of so many new packs in the area, she decides to be most mindful of other wolf company -- be them of the pack or loner sort. Even pressing too far into the woods would begin to steer her near Donnelaith territory, which wasn't her intention either. So, she stayed along the fringes arcing around the quarry, only scouting along for whatever she may cross paths with in the meantime.

She knew that eventually, the coastline's pull would be on the wind, but she didn't want to travel that far yet. Her intentions were to return to the Spear before it got very late, after all.

The scenery rolls by, with scents intermingled here and there yet nothing seemed worthwhile enough to capture her focus for longer than a fleeting second. So far, she was feeling difficult to impress and along with it, the Weald was unremarkable overall as it straddled the line between winter's old decay and the very beginning of spring's bloom. In another week or two with the right amount of warmth, rain, and sunshine she reasoned she may be far more interested in what she could find here but today, distraction pulled more readily.

It's movement on the edge of her periphery that does get her attention, and this alone brings her skimming closer to where she could find out more. By scent, it's only vaguely familiar so she jogs her mind even faster than her feet, but over the years spanning the Teekon, some things are more noteworthy than others. With what she begins to realize, her green eyes narrow into a quizzical squint. 

Sight of the fellow wolf in the woods does well to confirm this, and he is distinct as always. Now knowing that it is him, a relic from the histories, her smooth approach zeroes in although she leaves a handful of body lengths between them. They had been vaguely neutral neighbors before, always kind of kept at arm's length because that was all the further it needed to be. Still, that was so long ago.

Her nose flares and his scent is not as she remembers. Not quite. But, the hints of evergreen and pine's spice on his agouti shades keys her into something else. Neverwinter. "Long time no see," she regards him coolly, poised and neutral but with a marked interest.

Swiftcurrent was so long ago and since departing from the Sunspire, it had grown even more distant to her. Yet it still seemed these little reminders persisted -- she'd felt then when encountering Njal, too, although to a different, lesser extent. But now she simply looked past them and adjusted to regard him in a brand new, ever-shifting sort of way, especially if her suspicions may pan out in full.

"Not since the autumn," she answered with a nod, knowing sometime before then, the Creek had dissolved as well. She had never followed through on knowing exactly where they had gone or what had become of them. "I can say that is has," she added after a beat, briefly thoughtful as she reflected on how very little of the Sunspire remained now -- especially now with Nishu dead, Rain vanished, and Jace distant to all except her. "Moving the pack was in my best interest. Moonspear is mine, now." Word seemed to travel well enough in these wilds that he would know sooner or later, if he did not already. She knew Floki had contact with them via an Eshe (Ame only knew the name), and that Charon had gone investigating as well, so the information's pathways were definitely possible. "And Neverwinter yours?" she quipped with half a glance in its general direction.

He confirms with ease and she offered only a soft nod in response. She has her opinions of it, and what it means for her, but she is smart enough to know where her battles should be. Neverwinter is not on her doorstep and it is just personal greediness that prickles her against the idea of it now being claimed, although she knows she'll cope with it in due time so long as the packs coexist without incident.

With his next words, she realized that he has been steeped in Teekon history for a very long time as well. A different one than her own in many parts, but they did seem bound to have their overlaps (and were maybe destined to be vaguely neighborly) no matter how exactly time twisted their paths. "Ah, right.. now that you say something, I do think I vaguely remember it being claimed back then, but not for very long..?" She'd basically forgotten about it, especially after her visit to its borderlands had proven uneventful. "I was staying as a loner near the coast in those days, so a few words of it traveled my way."