It starts

Through all this time of thinking about her alpha duties and the new faces she would have to acquaint herself with, the grey male by the name of Xephyris had somehow slipped her mind. She had been feeling disappointed and slightly irked knowing that he would be in Myriad, following wherever she went - no doubt about that. It wasn't until she came across his scent that their couple encounters flooded back to her mind. A part of her didn't want to approach him, at least not today. Though the other part, the logical and reasonable side, told her to treat him like any other pack-mate in Myriad; with respect and fairness. As an alpha, she couldn't hold grudges and she certainly couldn't ignore one of her pack-mates.

So she found herself weaving through the woods, not at a particularly fast pace, following his scent. An anxious feeling was already boiling in the pit of her stomach. And when she finally found him, seated beneath a willow tree, almost peacefully if she could put such a word to his face, she knew she had to engage in some sort of conversation. "Xephyris," she began, her tone a bit more lighter than what she had used the last time they had spoken. "How are you...settling in?"