That sign can't stop me 'cuz I can't read

Ulmaria diligently worked at gathering herbs as the noon sun rose high in the sky. She kept to herself most days. It seemed like there was always so much to do, things to get done, things to get, she traveled as she needed to and didn't worry about what anyone else thought of it. As long as she got the job done that's what mattered right?

She delicately laid a cluster of white horehound leaves into her basket. As Ulmaria lifted her head she noticed a wolf, bright as a sunset, heading into the range territory. Her fur started to stand on end but her feet didn't move. That form looked familiar… but it couldn't be…

Ulmaria had moved on with her life. They were all at an age where it was time for them to make their own paths and she'd come to accept she might not see any of her siblings again. Yet, here was a familiar form headed for Valentine's old tractor. Leaving her basket, Ulmaria started to walk toward the figure, a few tentative steps, a few more, and then she was off in a run. That was Lorelai, it just had to be! As she neared a girlish screech cut through the air. "Loriiii! Is that really you?" Ulmaria didn't stop for an answer instead seeking to wrap her arms around the base of her sister's neck and lick the other's cheek.