.She couldn't deny that it was strange to step into territory owned by the Armada. The last time she had done so, she had been a timid slave. That territory wasn't this one, but the feeling was there all the same. She was told she was allowed to stay in the Col while Vanta reconnected with her family. 

She wandered along the short grass of the Col, feeling a little lost in this large territory. Full of so many scents, and rich with history. She did not feel as if she belonged her, but her loyalty to Vanta kept her there all the same. She sniffed along the outside of a few dens, looking for somewhere empty where she could stay.

"Lia"

There was something both exciting and nerve-wracking about a new beginning. There was also a flush of pride at her younger sister Vanta, striking out on her own and starting up a band as well as gratitude for her father being so accepting of Gossamer joining her sister's efforts. Before she dare go anywhere, however, Gossamer wanted to make sure most of her herbal stores were transferred over to the pack's supply room. She would, of course, keep a good amount of supplies in her pack for the band but she'd never be able to carry everything.

Gossamer trotted out of her den, a bundle of dried florals wrapped in hide held securely in her mouth only to nearly collide with another. "Oh!" The bundle tumbled to the ground. "So sorry, I was- wait… Lia?" Her mouth gaped open in surprise. She hadn't seen the beautiful woman in quite some time and certainly not since the woman acquired a set of stunning antlers.

Lia startled, stepping backwards in surprise at the sudden near-collision. As she did so, she looked at the wolf who had exited the den she had been poking her nose into. A spike of recognition jolted through her, but the wolf's name didn't immediately come to mind.


She blushed, dipping down to grab the herbs the other had dropped. In the same instance, her name fell from the taller wolf's lips. She did know this wolf! But why was she so familiar to her? It came to her after a moment. This was one of the Warlord's daughters, one who had tried to train her. She had not been an easy wolf to teach. “P-princess, I'm sorry” She said, holding out the herbs for the dappled wolf. “I didn't mean to--” She fumbled over her words, feeling like the clumsy slave she had been when she had seen this wolf last.

Lia collected the herbs she'd dropped and handed them over to her. Gossamer awkwardly, took them, ungracefully shoving them into her pack where she probably should've placed them earlier instead of walking around with her mouth full. It was a jolt back in time to hear herself referred to as 'princess'. She wished she could say those had been simpler times. Perhaps they were in some ways. "That's ok, I should've been watching where I was going. Please, call me Gossamer." She didn't see any reason to stand on pretense and since she was in a transition anyway her title didn't mean all that much.

"How long have you been back? I don't suppose… I've been looking for my sister Vanta, have you seen her by chance?"

Lia continued to hold the herbs until they were all crammed into the herb bag the Princess held. Once that was done, she took a slight step back, giving them room to see each other properly. She felt very self conscious of the new scar running beside her eye, even as she wondered how much had changed in Gossamer’s life since the Princess had attempted to help her learn how to fight.

“Not long…” she said, processing the realisation that of course Gossamer must also be related to Vanta, somehow that hadn’t clicked earlier. “I’m here with Vanta, actually. I can show you what den she’s using, but I’m not sure where she is right now exactly.” She apologised.


"Lia"

Lia explained that she hadn't been back in the Armada long and that she had returned with Vanta, but that at the moment she didn't know where the other girl was. "Oh, I see, well, yes, if you could show me where she's denning I can swing by later. Are you joining her band as well?" Gossamer had to admit it would be nice to have another familiar, and very lovely, face in the group. She had no idea how many wolves Vanta had recruited or if it was going to be just the three of them. It was also hard to say when they'd officially leave. Vanta was always prone to wandering so it didn't surprise Gossamer that the girl wasn't in her den site. It was anyone's guess when the girl would return.

"How have things been for you, living more of a loner's life?" She had noticed the scar but hesitated to say anything about it. She'd been self-conscious of her own after her fight with Pyralis. Gossamer also couldn't help but be curious about what a loner's life was like. She'd always been a pack wolf.