Vail was slowly getting bigger, she was almost nine months old now and had grown close to her full size. However she was obviously very much still a pup. With her little scare following Lillie far behind her Vail was growing confident once more. Her mother was always there to help boost her confidence and had begun lessons in teaching her to hunt. She still wasn't so good yet. Most days it seemed she just followed Motif or Shai. Sometimes she got Shaye, but along with her mother taking up most of her time it seemed more and more Shaye did her own thing. She knew that she loved her and would always play when she asked, but something was different. She tried not to think about it, the more she grew up the more it seemed her problems seemed to increase. After she'd seen Lillie torn into it seemed her whole concept of the world had changed. Nothing had felt the same, life just felt so much more uncertain. Vail had said nothing of her musings to her family, it was bad to keep stuff bottled in, but how id she even begin to describe her thoughts? A sigh would leave her rosy lips as she repositioned herself outside her parent's den, evening's light settling across her back. It was odd to think that soon she'd be picking out her own den. Did she have to grow up? Could she just go back to being a blissfully ignorant young pup? ""

The lands did not change so very greatly in the lifespan of a wolf. Some erosion here, a bit of new greenery there... but overall the land stayed the same. Wandering these lands again she did not feel like she was reacquainting herself with them so much as visiting an old friend, one she knew as well as she knew herself but had not seen in a long time. It felt as though she was simply slipping right into an old rhythm again, only she was not so young and foolish as she had once been.

Her path that evening took her close to many of the pack's dens, and her eyes caught sight of a young wolf lounging out before one of the den entrances. She smelled of Motif, and Harmony smiled. This, then, must be Motif's pink daughter. With her pale skin and largely unpigmented fur Harmony could indeed see why Bass would have called her that, though Harmony would not offhand have thought so. An albino, and an intriguingly colored one at that, with the pale ghost-markings striped across her fur and the gorgeous blue eyes. She had nowhere urgent to be, and so she stopped to meet the girl.

"Hello, Vail," she said softly as she came to a halt before the pup.

Vail's thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Had her sight been more functional she might have thought the woman her uncle Bass upon first glance. She turned at the sound of her name, bright eyes falling upon her aunt in curiosity. Her uncle and mother's scent were both on the woman so she was obviously part of the pack, Vail might've gone so far as to assume family. All of her family seemed to know her name already. "Uh, hello." She'd answer as she looked up at the older she wolf. "Who're you?" Vail would then ask quite bluntly, unaware of this stranger's name. ""