Moonspear o frabjous day! callooh! callay!

Over a week since her return, and she had begun to ease back into a semblance of a routine close to the peak: she stayed low in the forests, occasionally scouting past into the valleys below on short half-day trips, sometimes a bit more, but she had gone enough miles lately that it was all the motivation she could find so very soon. Besides that and her brief solo hunts, she rested a lot.. something that brought with it a ping of guilt, as there were puppies on the Spear that had not been when she had left on her searching and the guardianship of the territory should be at its finest. But, the pale Drakru did feel the need to restore what she had lost in time before she could reintegrate properly, and hopefully, in full.. despite the vast wound she still felt beside her.

But while she stalked for maybe a rabbit, or another easy pounce of about that size, the voice that rose up was not a familiar one to her ears despite the nature of the note. Thankfully she found herself relatively near, considering her usual haunts lately, so she could get there in good time. Opalia soon had it click into place, though, once her thoughts reshuffled away from hunt, prowl, and provide; had it been a moon already? Time really flew, lately, she realized as she turned and slipped through the trees to answer with her presence.

Concentrated and zeroed in, then eventually spotting her, Opalia's tail found a soft sway as she approached. Sugar Glider, she greeted, expression softening when she saw the small wolf and her bold markings--looking no worse for the wear than the last time they had met, at least on first inspection. As the greeting left her, the notion occurred that maybe that was a formal, whole name. Was calling her just Sugar more appropriate to greet an acquaintance? Case for later, however. Glad that you made it. How have you been? she asked, all while having stepped close enough to try to bump her nose on her companion's shoulder--but realized, was that too far? Too much, too soon? They'd only met once and she did not exactly have wonderful news to report herself, but, Opalia was stuck in a strange place these days; any shade of camaraderie felt worth reaching for.