Into new lands

Brælynn stood there amidst what mist lingered in this place, finding her self in a clearing. Perhaps the only place it truly cleared, for the most part. Ears flicking the women was silent, listening and waiting. Hopefully she wasn't making a fool of her self and that twin of hers hadn't gone off some where, ten again even so she likely would of heard the calling. Giving a wide yawn the aging lady stood there, listing and watching; relying more on sound then sight.

The pounding of paws and snapping of twigs was what gave her twin away. A grin crossed the aging women's muzzle as that shape came out of no where, ramming into her right side, quite knocking the wind out of her and yet those teeth would seek her twins scruff to pull her down into a messy pile of legs and fur. It had been too long perhaps, since they had found themselves in this kind of situation, then again rough housing was a thing they did all too well. Alas Brælynn knew now she was complete with her twin here in tow, without her it always felt as if half of her self was missing, simply one could not do without the other.

"Speak."