Sheepeater Cliff -- ᴏᴀᴛʜʙᴏᴜɴᴅ

She was just beginning to settle in the Vale when a familiar voice summoned her from afar, deep and booming. Her dark ears perked up, trying to figure out who could be calling for her. A newcomer, seeking refuge in her pack? But no. . .they couldn't possibly know about her, unless they had met her before. Maybe Drogon, or Howl, though she hadn't expected to see the latter again.

But at the end of her race to the cliff was a face better than Drogon or Howl, a face she had desperately hoped to see again but hadn't held her breath on the possibility. His dark bulk was a shadow against the gray sky, and she trotted toward him, a delighted grin melting on her thin face.

"Varick!" she called out, pulling to a halt before him. He had hardly changed since she last saw him, though, granted, it had only been a few days. She made to touch his shoulder with her nose but stopped herself in time, remembering his aversion to her touch before. Miyako settled with a warm smile in touch's stead.

"How are you? What brings you to the mountains?" They were called the Sunspire range, she had been told, with the biggest of its peaks laying to the south, at the foot of Northstar Vale.

Her heart felt lodged in her throat as she stared at him, meeting his bright blue gaze full-on. She had never been one for frivolous crushes--though Varick was the polar opposite of a frivolous man--mainly preferring hook-ups, at least after her first heartbreak. But this male. . .