Northstar Vale I'm a hazard to myself.

Of all the mountains in all the world, she just had to find the one that smelled like home. Not exactly like home, but close enough; it didn't have her added spice, but then neither did the clan's claim at this point. There had been a small trail by a river which smelled strongly nostalgic to the wandering woman, and on a whim she pursued that trail as it headed up in to the chain of mountains which now rolled beneath her paws. It had taken her all day — rather inconvenient — but as she found a patchwork plateau littered with wind-blown trees, she could see down in to the valley. It was a sprawling paradise, and she immediately hated it.

What she hated most of course, was the flagrant scent of many other wolves along its outer limits. She was bold; striding over them with a kick of her heels, gouging the entry point. It would have been better if she had her escorts alongside, but Hime had ditched them weeks ago — she was a queen, damn it. She did not need any pathetic man to tell her what to do, even if tradition required it; she'd followed tradition long enough to know how to bend the rules she wanted, and now she was here. Trailing further in to the territory of gods-know-who. Except as she got to a patch of flowers, she thought she could smell
— Reiko?

The hell was her sister doing here? Who, pray tell, thought it was a good idea to give her the key to the kingdom? But it wasn't the only scent she detected, just the most prominent; lingering alongside that was an equally familiar masculine aroma which caused Hime's eyes to narrow, and her tail to raise and puff like an agitated cat: Takeshi. What, did someone decide to throw a party in this god-awful place and fail to invite her, the best of the Izuka? Bastards.

Please someone mistake her for her sister, pleeeeeeeeease.