Moonsong Glacier And we won't let it in

There was joy in his voice, and when she saw him, she saw friendliness in his face as well. She did not know the man's nuances well enough to notice the shimmer of stress in his eyes, or the little signs in his step that might have indicated that his thoughts weighed on him. There was a slight weariness to his stride, but his expression and voice were so welcoming, she thought little of it. She wondered what he might think, and how he might receive her news; it quivered on the tip of her tongue. 

"Yours as well," She said, with a warm smile. She moved forward to greet him nose-to-nose, knowing then that he would notice that her own scent had changed; while she came directly from Moonspear, she had not lived there for some time. And there was still the lingering red of dye left in her fur, as well; sheepishly, she stepped back, and lowered her head as if to atone. 

"I...I come to apologize, Dutch," She said. "I told you that I would come to you, but I-" She hesitated, and fidgeted lightly, flattening her long ears against her skull. "I did not want to distance myself from you. I chose Alaric for my First Rites so that I would not have to be a stranger." She admitted.