It's the days on which she wakes and she knows. The tingle of anticipation in her limbs, a prickling beneath her furs, a lurch of her stomach, a harsh thump of heart against ribs..

She arose from a mountainside haunt, one just barely established, and drew closer with fluid grace. Their scents were strong in her nostrils, becoming intermingled with that of the mountain itself. Even traces of the Creek had faded from her dark furs, and contemplating returning, or having anything to do with the wolves of the lot, had steadily become more and more distant. Her attachments had been alarmingly easy to shed.

She was not far now. His voice then rang out, clear and certain, to make official the creation. Jace's voice followed with added support and her tail waved eagerly as her senses drank in the moment -- the foundation of things to come.

By then, she could see the duo of males, and her slender muzzle aimed skyward to lend her own distinct (and somewhat unused for instances such as these) voice to the cause. Of the mountain, of their fledgling cause, of camaraderie, and of all things the Sunspire would come to embody in time.

When she returned to silence, she brushed past Ferdie to silently lick his cheek before settling neatly a few paces away, buzzing inwardly with excitement and a vague sense of accomplishment.. although she knew this was far from everything.