like returning a lost calf to the herd

Akna wasn’t surprised to find her gaze on the tall stranger as she turned her features from the pack lands and back to the riverbed. His stature, gait, coloration.. everything about him said he belonged to the Jarvela but she was sure that she had never seen him before. The reindeer herder wasn’t given much time to size him up before he realized she was there. She tilted her head curiously as she waited on him to find her.

He looked to be from the motherland, but he smelled of the pack she skirted the borders of. She hoped, for his sake, that she was mistaken in her assumptions. Without fear she took a few steps down the ledge in his direction. Her golden flecked gaze didn’t leave him as she did so, but her movements were done without fear. ”Jarvela?” She called out with curiosity when she was sure her voice might carry over the wind. Her shorted features lifted as she offered a quick nod of greeting. ”Or kadonnut poro?” She pondered as her steps halted.

The she wolf was even more convinced of his membership of the pack with proximity. Even more so she was convinced of her assumption as well. Lost reindeer indeed.