Northstar Vale after many miles

Her tongue lolled after the climb; it was less pleasantly exhausting than it used to be and more just regular exhausting, as many things were getting to be. Old age hadn't claimed her yet, but she could certainly feel it creeping up.

"Keep up," she called behind her, peering down at where they were still making their way up the last, steep incline. They'd found a long stick somewhere along the way and had occupied themselves ever since with alternately 'helping' each other carry it and trying to tear it out of each other's jaws. It was not (she bit back the urge to tell them this again) a good use of their teeth.

Traveling with her boys had a way of making her feel both older and younger.

Speaking of boys — Easy lifted her head to give another long howl, hoping that someone familiar would answer. Her cousin Meadow had once lived here, but when she cast her mind back... it'd been nearly three years ago, hadn't it? She wished she'd kept better track of the other woman.

Easy padded further into the vale, perking up when she heard a distant howl in return. It was too far to make out the intent behind the tinny call, but she thought she recognized the voice. It would be days still before she found the caller, but she set off at a jaunty pace anyway, eyes out and ears swiveling in search of other, nearer wolves.

Tagging @Blue Ridge for reference. If they are not immediately near each other, Easy has at least been howling to let him know the general direction of her and the boys.