The pack was of grayscale wolves, and while Célnes hadn't met all, and only a few, that was the streak she had noticed. Her siblings were all brown-variety, a blessing from the High Elk himself, but the wolves by the stream, seemed to not be. She was not one to dwelve too deeply within the religion of Déorwine family holds, but she had grown up with such skeptism. There was a wariness- but at the same time, they were kind.
Too kind.
They let the trio in without another thought to be. Not to mention the disappearences the three, who wander away from the territory for scouting purposes... And obviously, for Kendrick, whome she now had found days ago. Though with her siblings be a bit absent, she couldn't share the news to them yet, and spent the few days within, simply waiting for them to return.
There, the elken woman came across the man she met a weeks days ago. With a smile to the corners of her lips, she walked toward him, "Hello Germanicus."
"Yes," she said, nodding, "It has been.. A challenge, as we are used to our home more northern, more forested." Indeed so, the fact majority of these wolves were not of their own kind gave a sense of wariness to the Déorwine's. The elders would be frowning for these interactions with the unholy, but at the moment, she had forsake the culture for the livliness of survival.
"Does Whitebark hunt these rivers?" She questioned, eyeing the fish that swam through.
"You are a good fisher," she complimented. While Kingslend had a pride of hunting, they took more time to focus on deerstalking and regular hunting then of fishing. It seemed like a rare occurance for any to truly be good, but occasionally the chances would come. After all, the river was always full of fish, and always could provide a meal with a drink.
But the rain.. Seemed troublesome for this river.
"You haven't been here through the winter?" She inquired, lifting a brow to the question. Had this pack been to new, or was he a new wolf as well?
She debated how much to share about her old land, a while normally wouldn't like to share too much with outsiders.. The land was destroyed. There was nothing to go back to, despite how once the land was so bountiful, "We survived," despite how large the family had been, without rivals, there was nothing to stop them so. No other wolf packs were for miles, and they had no allies or enemies, and claimed quite a large amount of the land. Truly, Kings.
"It was peaceful." She missed it so.
She didn't see the distrust the male held, and continued on a with a friendly smile.
"Where were you previously from?" Célnes inquired.
"A forest will always be a home." They came to a similar homeland she presumed, but knew he was not near her own parts. Such a secluded part, and he with such a gray pelt, would be unwelcomed. She didn't let such ugly thoughts come forth and continued on with a friendly smile, a slight glance toward him before they continued walking in peace.
"Sure," she said, "was it fresh?"
we can fade this or go on, ur choice! <3
germanicus was not sure he agreed. but it was not for lack of truth in célnes' words, only a differing experience. she was one who had been able to choose the home of her heart, he felt. it was not a choice the centurion had been given, not in the realm of his father. "it was," he answered after a time, "and i found a clear track in the mud."
with young wolves still to protect, germanicus did not wish to miss the threat of a slinking cat, and hurried to find the lightened trail once more.
fading is fine!
She only smiled and nodded, now falling to silence. The two proceeded to look for the tracking, and if there was something, the two can swiftly chase them out. She was pleased that the wolves of these packs at least had the sense to properly keep their borders in check. She had a somewhat thoughtline they may be barbarians, as Célnes had little interaction outside of Kingslend.. Though her opinion was changing.