Larksong Grotto XL

Knowing that her sister would be due to give birth in the coming week, Chacal decided to take her leave and roam outside the pack to stretch her legs. The mountains to the Northeast were always tempting- and she continued to visit the Glacier in hopes she might someday cross paths with Imaq once more. It had been quite some time since a group of wolves had inhabited the region- though the cool air was a treat for the beach wolf nonetheless. 

On her route back toward the Cliffs, she caught a scent that was familiar- though at first she could not place it. It stirred warm memories for some reason, and she recognized her emotions before she could even recall the wolf that the scent belonged to. Curious, she travelled down the harrowing footpath toward the cavern in the ground, where the grotto lay. 

It was only when she caught sight of the boulderish man's pelt that she fully remembered who he was- and how she'd thought of him, once. Perhaps more than once, to be honest. 

Her tail waved, and she uttered a quiet melody, to fetch his attention- hoping he might remember her, and look upon her fondly once more.