In mere minutes of them being back, Dalmatia wrapped up in N​ó​ttin's gaze, was unaware of Euphemia's oncoming presence until she heard her name called, ears twitching to the sound. Her sister galloped towards them, with a swift kiss to her fiancé's cheek, she ran the other half of the distance to meet Euph in a tight hug. Euphy! A soft hum into her ear, It's so good to see you. She'd missed her sisters dearly, as much as she'd loved her adventure with her husband-to-be, she also loved the feeling of being with her family — and right now, she felt complete; whole even.

Sólúlfur was not far off from Euphemia, arriving just a little behind her, and dashing towards her brother. It was good to see that she and he were as close as she was to her sisters. There was the slightest of a wag in her tail, unable to hide her joy. It was wonderful! Dal commented, recalling the beautiful heights they'd descended and ascended, to and fro, The distance from Northfall seems so short from the tops of these peaks yet... It is quite the distance, sister. But how beautiful it is! Dal had never really left the Vale; she never had a reason or desire to, not until N​ó​ttin.

Along the way, the Dream Visitor called to us... Or so we think. It urged us to continue North, and we followed for a little bit, but we couldn't derail too far from our path to Northfall... We must see if maybe we can send a search party up that way... Maybe? A small suggestion, she wasn't an overall deciding factor in the Pillars, but she knew that proposals were always welcome, and maybe if she and her sister both thought so, they could go into it together. But when we arrived at Northfall... Oh, Euph... It was something out of a fairytale... The icy heights and stars... It is almost like home, with how frigid it is... But almost more... Cold? It was hard to explain. The air felt thicker up there, and the lay of the land like a sheet of ice, just waiting for a large quake to break the fragile rifts. We met the new king of Northfall, and they've interacted with the purple snow far north... They say it's... literally breathtaking, and not in the good way. Her voice lowered, as if it were a secret, but it was worrisome, and she didn't want any of the pups to hear her if they were to bound their way here.