Nimbus Summit Home sweet home, I like the new foundation.

At the corner of her eye, movement. Wayfarer instinctively looked toward the source and pricked her velvet lobes with curiosity as she slowed to observe another's approach. She noted the sleek figure and autumnal shades belonging to Antha, whose easy company she favoured, though there was a weight in her chest that it was not one of her siblings to cross her paths.

No matter. There was plenty of time to reunite with them.

Wayfarer welcomed the gilded wolfess to her side with a friendly sweep of her tail to accompany the fond nip she reached to deliver to a silken cheek. "O'course I don't," the youngster chirped, veering aside to avoid any playful retaliation from her comrade, "how are you settling in?"