Moonspear the dwarven forge

Even though she could smell him quite clearly, it was still a relief to set eyes on him and see that he was hale and healthy and still mostly whole. The thought put a wolfish grin on her face as she helped close the distance between them, rearing back slightly at the last moment to wrap a foreleg around him. This way, he was held firmly in place as she attacked him with kisses, tail wheeling excitedly and unreservedly as they reunited.

"Your mother is well," was the first thing out of her mouth when her excitement had passed enough to allow her to speak. "The whole pack is -- and your little brothers and sister. I even saw Leta." This was older news; things could have changed since she'd actually spoken to Valette, but Alya didn't consider this in that moment.