The woman would run and lope languidly, long legs bounding and devouring the earth. A wide grin was spread across her lips as she followed the scent markers of the boarders, making sure to stay a few meters away and to never cross over. Was it really him? She had vague memories of the boy, vague memories of him accepted her into Covari and even vaguer memories of him at a pack meeting. But that name? It was hard to deny that it might be the cross marked boy she remembered from Covari. But still, she held herself cautiously. Valentine had seemed off, strange when regarding the pack of Solstice so she would too despite her vague familiarity with it's leader. She refrained from howling, not really sure yet if this meeting was a good idea but at the same time wanting to see him. She kind of hoped that maybe she would see the white woman who had come to see Valentine too but it wasn't as big of a deal for her. Man? She probably looked like a crazy stalker bitch, running around the edge of the pack lands? Time to bite the bullet. The tiny woman would slow and then halt, drawing in a deep breath before tipping head back and howling languidly. His name would be carried along with it. Crucifix. Would he come?

The boy had sent Qanik to scout out the new packs that had arisen and he himself had gone on to speak with an allied wolf who had come to his borders during a period he wasn't there. It had been good to catch up and learn some of the things that had occurred in the outside world and his knowledge would only grow when Qanik returned from her expedition and told him what she had learned and what alliances she had procured. His thoughts where on this when a cry would spark up from the borders, summoning him there by name. The howl held a tint of familiarity, he had certain he had heard it at least once before... but it had been some time ago and he couldn't place it with any conviction. Moving himself from the rock he dozed and thought upon he stretched and jumped lightly to the earth before starting up a light trot in the direction of the summoner. He would scent her first, and by that point he knew that this wolf was known to him but a face and name still escaped him. It wasn't until he spotted the unforgeable petite form of the midget Apple toned wolf that all the familiarities clicked together into a name. Sure, he had run into plenty of wolves since he had encountered this one last, but she... well.. lets just say she had a face a guy just didn't forget. ?Dione, its been a while, how has life been treating you?' he asked presently, when he stopped on the border and lowered himself in a gesture of comfort in the presence of friends, to his hunches on the grassy floor. ""