Whitefish River A million miles away

It is her.

He slips from the waters grasps as she comes into view. Both their tails move fast, shy excitement evident in how the two reacted to each other. Evergreen owes her his life, and a part of him feels guilty for leaving her behind on his travels. It was a spiritual meditation, however, that the great bear needed to take. Without it, he isn't certain he could have focused on finding what he is after. (He promised to come back to Easthollow anyhow, even if it was to himself.)

Sindri swoops in without fear, brushing against him as she often did when he was ill and injured. His round ears swerve in a moment of surprise, not expecting such a happy reunion. Evergreen's lips pull in a broad smile, his chin tucking down to rest on the thick mane of her neck. The contact is brief before the northern wolf steps back, but it is enough to leave the bear feeling warm.

Uh, yeah, what are you doing out here? He asks with a tilt of his head, but quickly adds on; It's good to see you.