Long limbs strode leisurely through Wapun Meadow as honey-brown eyes absorbed the surroundings before her. Wild flowers grew tall and vibrant throughout the meadow; reaching heights that tickled the tips of her shoulders. It would be perfect seclusion when hunting prey, of which she had been told there was an abundance. Artisan-Toulouse was Ookaan now. She was eager to utilise her greatest skills and get started on stock piling prey. It would be wise to prove her use before too long.

It was a most perfect day to be exploring her new environment. The sun beat down strongly for the early morning light but the temperature felt fair and there was a light breeze ruffling the flowers. The many trees within the meadow's range provided great spans of shade and Artisan took a moment to pause beneath one of them, tilting her nose skyward to gaze in awe at the interesting patches of sunlight that broke through the twisted branches high above her.

Artisan became quite transfixed with the twisted silhouette shapes that were the branches above her. They appeared black as the sun came sharply through, a stark contrast of brightness and shadow that eased her until she was lost in thoughts of her future and what this new and exciting fresh start away from home would bring. Her sense of adventure was rife and her youth would only aid her in seeing as much of the world as she could set her paws on.

A sound interrupted Artisan's reverie; a sharp sound, a curse perhaps? Long sloping nose lowered and her body twisted in its seated position in the direction of the sudden sound. She had been unaware, and scolded herself for such silliness- Artisan usually had her wits about her much better than this. In the distance, a wolf seemed to be pacing up and down, the movements seeming unsure and somewhat irritable.

It would probably have been a wiser idea to leave the figure well alone, but Artisan could smell that this wolf was not Ookaan. She was respectful of the border in her distance, but could she be here for a reason? A few long-limbed strides brought the stranger into much better view: a female with wonderful markings. "Good morning," she offered, with no judgement or authority in her tone. There was no need; Artisan was as much a stranger as Turquoise was at this stage.

Her brow furrowed as female responded negatively to her greeting. It was not a furrowing of offence, for none had been taken, but one of concern. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, the meadow was alive with colour, all its brilliance surrounding them and yet, there shone no light in the eyes of the creature that stood before her. The smile had been vague, the female's irritation did not lie with Artisan and, from what she could decipher, would not be amplified by her presence. She would stay in their exchange for the mean time.

The next time she spoke, Artisan smiled softly and almost shrugged. Was was this place, really? "You have reached the borders of Ookaan," Artisan-Lou began, softly, "A pack I stumbled across merely a day or two ago." There lay a moment of silence, and Artisan felt that this would have been the time in which she'd have provided more information about the pack's existence, lifestyle, numbers. They both knew that this would not be the case so early on. It was no fault of her own. "I've been travelling," she offered, as it seemed by her uncertainty that the female before her was doing just that.

Artisan watched the other female muse over the name of her new-found home. The word had not puzzled Lou but had indeed intrigued her, enough for her to follow when she was invited in. Despite the mention of her recent arrival, the other wolf had questions. It was to be expected, really, and she would provide the stranger before her with all of the little information she knew.

"Ookaan is based on the idea of living a virtuous life." she explained. "Being honest and true, doing right unto those around you." It was simple, but it was how she believed a life should be lived. The stranger introduced herself as 'Turq', which Artisan thought to be a rather masculine sounding name, much like her own. "Nice to meet you, Turq. My name is Artisan." A brief pause, and curiosity overcame; it was her turn to ask the questions. "Where have you come from?"

Artisan couldn't quite figure Turq out. She asked for information concerning Ookaan but did not appear to receive it well. The other wolf paused before briskly and briefly shaking her head; it was hard to work out exactly why this action was performed. It was her way to try to read too much into things, so she decided not to focus on this so much.

Turq was obviously not keen to divulge any information regarding where she had once lived or, no doubt, where she was headed. It was possible that the latter remained unknown. Artisan did not mind so much, it was not her place to pry. Artisan smiled bleakly to herself as Turq stressed being alone, her dry undertones appealing to Artisan's very situation. "I know the feeling." It was a simple statement, simple but true. Before arriving at Ookaan, Artisan had left her home and been a lonely lone traveller herself. Ookaan was not any less lonely just yet, she had yet to meet any of her packmates.