Northstar Vale after laughter

Airi's head rose sharply at the chuff, half recognizing the voice. She lazily turned towards it at first, then, recognizing who it was, pulled herself to her feet. The young vessel stretches, pushing back on her hips as her front body dips down, a massive yawn pulling the muscles of her face even as she finished and began trotting towards Rannoch, the leader of the brat-pack. 

She follows him silently, with merely a nod noting her acceptance. She figures that he is scouting; while this was their new home now, they know nothing of this place in full. She wants to know everything of her new domain, every inch of its valley and sloping hills. Airi slid alongside him, not pressing close but not far away from his side, eyes watching the horizon. 

She hears a voice in her head as her eyes passes a moving shape in the distance, not recognizing it at first. There. She voices the word to Rannoch. Over there, She gestures to what she now recognized as a wolf moving towards them, her hackles beginning to rise.