Homesickness

Faith felt like she'd been torn in pieces. Her siblings had scattered to the wind, Modesty was off who even knew where but the fact the young woman knew where Pont had gone made it... Worse. The young Klein hadn't gone back towards the shrine since the long night when her grandfather had spoken to her near the border of the land she'd once thought of as home... But Pontifex was there, and she was here... And that was an ache she didn't think would ever dull. Sometimes she swore she saw him, the usual visions were lessened for these images of her brother.

It was one of those visions that pulled Faith to the Gully. A voice whispered for her to keep herself open, a reminder, life or Abraxas didn't always go as she might assume or plan. Not that she had much of a plan anymore. Faith gazed eastward, where she knew Pontifex was. A familiar scent reached her and for a brief moment her heart jumped, but it wasn't Pont, the scent that blew across the chilly winter breeze towards her was familiar for the pack scent it carried but the underlying smell... It was a wolf she hadn't met before. Turning dual-toned gaze towards the smell Faith spotted the wolf in question. Even with the distance between them Faith could tell the other woman was smaller than her, hardly a surprise all things considered.

Faith considered turning around, going back, she was hardly an overly social wolf and she still wasn't sure how she felt about the pack her aunt ran... Or her aunt for that matter but the voice from earlier returned, whispering louder and Faith sighed, closing her eyes and approached the earthen toned woman. "What has your attention?" She called out towards the stranger, keeping a safe distance, her tone was curious but also reserved. She'd caught the way the woman's attention seemed to be on the ground around her.

"Speech"