Northstar Vale if the car beside you moves ahead

tagging @Andraste (and @seamus, if you want)!

Now that Eleuthera had found her brother, she would not deign to lose him again. As big of a dork as he was, he had always been her northern star, and while apart she found that she had only been half a soul — half a wolf. Being reunited with him, even for as short of a time as she had been, was so restorative to her very being that she found the bitter cold no longer bothered her, that she was smiling brightly at almost every moment, and she relented to let Séamus steward her back to the home he had found in her absence. It made sense that he would have found stability, while Eleuthera’s world had continued to be a hobbled-together mass of ill thought-out decisions. He had always been the one who more easily made friends.

By the time the two had arrived at Courtfall, Eleuthera knew why these lands felt so familiar — the place of their every childhood memory was located just north of here. Eleuthera easily recalled the purification of the willows, the ease and calmness to the place just as easily as the strife and drama that was prominent amongst the sanctuary’s many pups. She also knew what fate had unfortunately befallen Elysium and her mothers and though it made her eternally sad, there was little room for sadness now. Something had happened that Eleuthera had begun to doubt would ever happen — her reunion with her long lost brother — and she eagerly awaited what might come next.

Right outside of Courtfall's borders, the two siblings paused and her brother let out several passive barks, calling any leadership who might be nearby or interested to attend them.

A call sounded, a yip from a familiar voice to the guard. It brought him forth towards the borders of his home, a bit of concern pressing onto his expression. It was usually the call of a traveler which sounded, not one of their own, which left Aiolos to think perhaps a trespasser had been found, needing to be expensed of. Not an urgency laid within Seamus tone, only a calling for their Lead. 

It wouldn't take long for Olo to find out, for the fiery being when within the borders, often was near them. When he arrived, the cream yearling stood to which Aiolos dipped his head silently in greeting and then, cast his attention to the equally young female. She was an oddly gray color that he had not seen before on a wolf and its oddity was beautiful to him. Have you brought a potential packmate with you? He spoke to the young man. He had yet to officially meet him, so he supposed today was as soon as any.

The siblings weren’t waiting long before someone heeded their call. This didn’t surprise Eleuthera — Séamus had told her that this pack was veritably thriving despite the plague that had overcome these lands, and that it was likely it could sustain them throughout the rest of winter. Amidst their conversations, her brother had expressed that he had taken a liking to Courtfall and expressed a small desire to stay here for the semi-long-term (nothing was truly ever long-term where these two were concerned). Eleuthera promised she would evaluate Courtfall for the same purpose.

The lilac woman supposed the wolf who attended their calling was not their leader, for he neither bothered to raise his standard high (as leaders were wont to do) not did he match the description of the pale, softspoken fae that her brother had told her of. Still, this was a member of the pack, and the idea of meeting her potential pack mates sent a quiver of energy down her spine. “Yes sir,” she responded, giving Séamus a glance that bespoke I got this.

The tip of her plump, winter borne tail dusted the earth at the back of her hocks. “I seek to join my brother amongst your ranks,” Eleuthera spoke with a quiet confidence — one of a woman who had scarcely been denied anything in her life, and didn’t pause to think that maybe it might start now. Eleuthera trusted her circumstances far too much for that. But still… “Given that you have the space, of course,” It always did her well to appear humble.

The young woman answered, stating a 'sir' at the end of it which caught Aiolos off guard and he smiles however sheepishly. Never before had he been called that. Never. He had been born a basterd child only be stolen away into a place where men were lesser then women. Sir was definitely not a title he was used to nor deserved. Besides, it made him feel old almost and though he was at least one year older then her, they certainly were not far enough in age... or maybe that was just his interest in her talking. 

She spoke boldly, promptly though did not demand. Aiolos eyes glance to Seamus and then, back to his littermate. I'm near certain we have the space and Courtfall is a rather laxed pack. Andraste is a very patient and understanding woman... As long as you do your share to help the pack, I'm sure you'll be fine.   He explained, a wave of his tail given to her.