Stone Circle When it's over, When it's all done, We say Amen

"siarut?" the wolf that stands a mere dozen yards away seems familiar, but it's been a long while. it takes a moment longer before she is certain, and then a small smile light her features and the steps near, tail wagging easily at her hocks. 

she'd never thought they'd meet like this, least of all the first time they'd crossed paths. it's been fraught with tensions; they'd both been leaders, then, intent on what was best for their respective packs. and then they'd lost that, and them, and now it seemed had they can another commonality. "it's been a long time," is all she can think to see immediately, though the gentle cant of her auds asks silently how he's been.