Dragoncrest Cliffs don't bend over in the garden, granny, you know them taters got eyes

On setting off from her mini-watch, the first goal had actually been tracking down her brother, and then to likely stick her nose into whatever he was doing for a while to help keep her busy until their dad came back around and she could follow him instead. But, wandering a zig-zag of a trail, she had been sidetracked here and there enough by scents and signs to slow her up and almost threaten to distract her entirely.

She stuck to it though, even if just barely, and now that underfoot things were more becoming more clear, she was starting to get herself focused again.

Stepping lightly, she trailed after him with her nose low, and came upon him and the small gathering probably not long after he arrived too. As soon as she realized there were more wolves than just her littermate, she slowed herself down and perked up--what even was this, anyway? She squinted, first at her brother, then at the others, settling lastly on Mallaidh. Since Dacio was here (and presumably involved), she wasn't going to miss out and wasted no time stalking towards him to join in.