Greatwater Lake the promise of spring

Sage had been on full recovery from her fear of leaving Moonlit Hills, stress had been limited lately and she was able to roam freely without worrying that she would run off and never look back. While doing so, the young fae stumbled upon a familiar smell. Which was strange enough, her not knowing many wolves outside of Moonlit—only three came to the top of her head. Curiosity overtaking she began to follow the smell, and once a silhouette was insight their smell had grown stronger and she could finally place a name on the figure. "Cierico." She said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear, hoping to gain his attention. If she was a more bubbly wolf, she would have shouted his name and run over, alas she was not and only began a trot his way. 

Inching closer, his limp became more distinct. "What happened?" She said, a hint of worry in her voice.