Nova Peak thought you'd never ask

Scimitar approached her, albeit apprehensively. And why should he be anything but? She could scarcely remember anything of their last meeting, except that she'd been living at the plateau at the time. Had it gone well? Terrible? Somewhere in between the two? She could not say. Her memory had never been excellent, especially when it came to matters that held no impact on her current state of being. If anything, she had expected either Scimitar or Bazi to come out with jaws agape, chasing her away from their precious mountain. Nothing of the sort happened.

Fox made no move from her spot, and only observed Scimitar as he drew closer. Her tail remained wrapped around her front paws, grey eyes steady on an old comrade. Even when he was close, she said nothing, opting for a raised brow in place of words.