Her home was much the same as when her family had left it, just as plentiful and accommodating to all their needs as it had ever been. The fact their den had still been standing with its telltale Talutah markings that adorned the trees surrounding it was a miracle, though its residents had certainly grown considerably since they had last inhabited it. Adjustments had been made in practically all aspects of life, but now Anais and her family were settled in and comfortable again, and perhaps it was rekindling in her a bit of her restless childishness but no sooner had she gotten reacquainted with the Range she was off again, in search of other places that she could do with getting to know.
It had never been her intention to wander so far from home on this particular trip, but it happened anyway. The warmth of the south grew in intensity the further west she went, and by the time she reached the River she was eager to find herself a place to get a drink. Most of what she had covered so far had been sandy and dry, and with desperation in her steps the young wolf approached the riverside with a growing wag of her tail. Water! There must have been a storm that had rolled through and collected here, she supposed, and was grateful for it.
But she was not alone there. Across the river on its other side was another wolf, sitting and eating a fish that Anais assumed he must have caught himself. Her lemon-gold eyes watched him curiously as she stopped there at the water's edge and dipped her muzzle down to drink, delighted at the coolness of it. This was definitely much needed. Licking stray droplets from her chin, she lifted her head again and with a wag of her tail addressed the stranger across from her in her customary friendly tone, "How's the fish?"
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.
