Bearclaw Valley the 48

*soft screaming* YAY REUNIONS <3

Ameline perked up at the sound of Cole's voice, its tones muted from the narrow pass that led into the valley, indicating that he was near the borders. She'd finished a sparring session with Adalynn, and had begun to lick the spot where the grabby youngster had snatched a thick chunk of fur from her flank. Par for the course- the girls came from fierce parents, and she had expected them to come into their own when they reached a year of age. 

A shadow passed by, and she glanced up just in time to catch sight of some kind of bird of prey winging overhead. She thought little of it. 

With her winter coat thickening, the patch was barely visible when she moved though it was a badge she would wear with a light, proud smirk until she caught sight of Cole, and a stranger, and settled into a more serious expression. 

Alongside the guardian (and promising recruiter, it seemed) was a young wolf- but Ameline recognized the woman's rust-coloured eyes and unique markings. She paused for a moment in surprise, searching the woman's face and frame just to be certain that this wolf was the one she remembered- and realized that it could be no other. Huh! She chuffed, and hastened her pace, ears flicked forward and tail swinging in a low, infinity loop. She crooned a low, affectionate note, even though she knew Towhee Jr would not hear it, and approached in hopes that she too would be recognized- and greeted like an old friend.