Dancing to an older tune

Keetie was exploring through the territory adjacent to the Rock Garden. The stones clinking beneath her claws as she moved through the Steppe. She was amused at how many packs she had to carefully navigate around now. Boreas was becoming a busy place these days. Didn't these packs realise how they chained themselves to one place, and threw away the key? Trading freedom for security. Shaking her head, she hopped gracefully down and started to make her way to the river that ran through from the North. As she did so, she caught a familiar scent. She breathed in deeply, and laughed softly. She well recognised the scent, through they had met only once. The delicious looking purple wolf wasn't easy to forget.

She turned towards the pack, before glancing about herself. She wondered how far Sitka had gone in search of food. Should she give him a heads up? But he was well accustomed to her spontaneous nature by now. Perhaps he would come bail her out if she needed it. For a cost, of course. She wondered how many kisses that would cost her? Or perhaps he would simply laugh at her from the other side of the border.

She grinned, falling into a light stroll as she made her way towards the pack. Stopping on it's outskirts as she raised her head, sampling the scents in the air. It had been some time since she had meet that purple wolf, but then she had never gotten a taste of her, had she? A crime, if ever she had seen one. Perhaps a congratulatory kiss was in order. After all, the woman was a Queen now. She raised her head and called for Manea. Knowing Keetie was also not a wolf easily forgotten.