Whitefish River sail

their scents she'd largely discounted as blurred memories turned outlandish hopes she's largely ignored, especially since she's spent so long out of the territory the past few days. but when the call rings out for her, and Dauntless, she swallows, allowing her belief that the scent might not be figments of a hopeful memory after all.

she arrives on the heels of who she recognizes as dauntless, and the second man - river. she swallows, surprised at the sudden grief she feels. "dauntless—river. you're alive." she blinks at them, striding forward to sweep her gave over both, awe in her gaze as she compares the wolves before her to the youth she'd seen last.