Stavanger Bay As the Tide Returns

Heph was jogging, taking in too many smells and sights and sounds for her to fully catalogue them. She let her instinct and memory guide her, sorting them into dangerous, background noise, return to later, never losing her sense of direction so she did not double back on herself but not paying attention to her surroundings beyond that. But when she heard a familiar voice, memory all the clearer for the thought of the very one she was looking for her legs shot out in front of her to position her in the correct direction. That was her name! Her tail wagged and she let out a bark full of excitement and a bit of joy "Atka?!" It was a question but also a yell loud enough to be heard from the distance. The wolf in white certainly had the shape at a distance of the one she had parted with wondering if she would see again. The irony of her refusing to join Atka and Dreven permanently in their pack with promises to return that had not yet come to fruition and then settling down with another dear friend of hers with promises to return to their packlands had not been lost on her. But things changed and she with them.

Bolting forward she only became more and more sure of who it was. Her tail windmilled behind her throwing off her gait imperceptibly a she barrelled towards the other wolf. Though she did not throw her entire weight into the other she-wolf she stopped a fur's breath away going to rub her head to the shoulder in some approximation of a hug. "It's been too long since I've seen a face as lovely as yours. Is that man of yours still treating you well? How did you come to be here? How are you?" So many questions poured from her mouth in a jumble, until she caught her breath eyes shining.