Time Has Flown

No matter what season came to the continent, the North remained cold and frigid for any unfamiliar set of paws. It was something that souls unsure of the northern tundra realized after coming to the highest, coldest peaks. Silent was not among those wolves, though. She was able to tolerate the cold that came with exploring the northern terrain.

She had grown into a young woman by this time. Her full height had been reached and she walked with a grace that many would possibly desire for themselves. Her green eyes shined with a bit more knowledge and wisdom than the last time we visited her presence. Those said eyes looked around as she searched the Pines with a curious turn of her ebony head. Soft paws carried her along and along, her nose picking up scents of nearby prey and one that could only be identified as cologne. Her tail swayed behind her as she realized it was familiar and her curiosity pushed her forward. Wherever the source was, she hoped that she would find him.