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While Vienna was starting to stray from the Spire less and less, that didn't mean she was going to stop completely. Heck, even when winter came she doubted she'd refrain from ever crossing the borders. If she tried to stay in one place too long she got antsy, and when she got antsy she tended to become a little... overwhelming to those she was around. At least, that was her experience in the past.

Besides that, she hadn't come this far south yet. And from the lack of scents on the way down, it seemed that not many others had either. It was her experience from this area, though, that you couldn't travel too long without bumping into a border by necessity. This one just happened to be pretty darn far away from the rest.

When she caught the scents that claimed these lands, she did a double take, and her mind traveled back to a certain meeting on the border. No way. Last she had heard, Fox was with the Plateau wolves. She was the last wolf Vienna had expected to run into down here.

She was just about to turn tail and leave when a warning bark sounded out, the source a familiar-looking ginger figure. Vienna couldn't tell for sure, as it had been a while, but a part of her wanted to find out. Because a part of her was curious as to whether all she had heard was true.

Curiosity always won out in the end with her, so instead of leaving, she approached. Slowly, of course, and stopping still quite a ways from the border. But a clear invitation to the other that, if she wasn't aiming to chase her away, Vienna wouldn't mind a chat.