Big Salmon Lake Youngblood

Vela's ear twitched when she heard someone approach. Her eyes glanced at the sound, not so interested anymore to see those 'fish' her packmate showed her. Her ears popped forward when she heard a familiar voice. She turned her head and noticed that that voice went together with a familiar dark shape. The girl's dark blue eyes roamed over him. He looked different in the light. More scars than she remembered. Then again, it was rather dark the last time they met. Vela slowly turned her mouth into a smirk. She didn't think she would see him again.

"Exactly," she spoke in return. Drogon had come back to their pack, to only leave them again. She was not going to tell him that she hadn't exactly found him but that he just returned. Not that that information would be that helpful since he left anyhow. Vela couldn't really be sad about it. She actually blamed herself the most for even giving him a chance. Vela turned to face him, so she didn't have to look over her shoulder the whole time. She took a whiff and noticed that he did smell more of other wolves now instead of having one sole scent. "How is the employment of bad things going?," she asked curiously, and with a bit of a teasing smirk.