It was a wonderful place, her eyes took in all that was new, and was amazed with each step she took. The sun had set, and the night soon begin to come, but she hadn't realize what kind of treasure was to come once the day has started to pass. The waters itself, held such a beautiful color, that she did not know it could be true, The stream was in a blaze, and one would think the world itself was on fire. Though quiet, and soundly, all you could hear was nature's own music, as she wholeheartedly took in the beauty.

What a sight, and a wonder to behold. Miriam was truly to be glad to be on this journey of discovery. She sat by it, tail wagging and concentrating to what was before her.

A mind of ease, and serene, as she wholeheartedly focused on that before her. Though she felt startled, her eyes slowly and calmly traced to the source of a chuff, as Miriam's tail anxiously curled around. She nodded in acknowledge, but her inner turmoil did not know how to respond, especially when she spoke of a different word, that sounded so familiar, but so different. These lands were very odd, she thought, but enthralling as they spoke of nothing that she heard of before. The only few wolves she met both greeted in different manners, that the maiden felt a bit embarassed she could only say a "Hello," back at the other. Her words almost seemed dull compared, she felt stuck on what else to add.

She held a curiosity, as soon as the other spoke of her name, and where she was from. It was a new way to greet oneself, for Miriam that is. One who grew up in a sanctuary of the grove, Miriam wasn't used to someone introducing themselves from where they are from, for she was always at home. What was this Undersea, she wondered, head tilting to the side despite a calm gaze continuining forward, as her heart beated with questions. Her wisps had gazed toward where was indicated, and watched the island in the distance in even more wonder. How fascinating, she thought.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows," she tipped her head in a polite greeting while focusing back to the individual, "It is nice to meet you, Moorhen." The faintest of smiles, hung on her lilac features as she introduced herself with soft-spoken words, and sophisticated speech. She hoped that she had pronounced the name right, and not to be a fool like her companion was inwardly worrying about as well.

She had a soft smile, while watching the other trying to pronounce her name. It was interesting to hear the various of different ways, Miriam didn't think her name was too difficult. Though she didn't want the other to struggle or think too hard on something that can be fixed, so she offered a solution, "Mir is fine." A nickname would be alright, not minding the name 'Mir.'

"I do," she confessed, not hiding her naivety toward this land, "I'm afraid.. I'm a stranger to these wilds." She knew nothing, but she wanted to know more. A thirst for knowledge to this beautiful land, much different then her orchid sanctuary from her Goddess, the Lady. Miriam was happy to be granted this quest of wandering, and she was even more happy to find this place, to the point her tail unknowingly held an obvious wag from her excitment.

A warmth thumped her heart, having a nickname she previously did not have. Her sanctuary, her dearest home, she held love for all, but there was no such familarity of nicknames within there. The pups are raised with a sense of calmness, a serendipity, and referred to their birth names. She wondered, why they didn't use them, but she also thought, there would be no need to. Only when her name caused trouble, for Moorhen, did she feel the need for one; Than it harm none, do as thou wilt. She was a doll given a name, and a warmth of one named Mir.

A new calmness to meeting other, no longer as nervous as she first was. She had a desire to chuckle, at these different terms with different meetings, but held her tongue on not wanting to hurt the other. Though it struck a good question, to Miriam. She was once a Maiden, of the Sanctuary, a counterpart to the Earls, but as she was no longer in paradise, she did not hold the same title; what was she? She knew, she was not an adventurer, but she knew there was a similar name along the word, but she could not think of it. So, she shook her light head, "I am only travelling."

"Are you also?" A lady away from the islands, perhaps curious on the outside, such as she was. Miriam curiously asked the other, wandering for her purpose as well.

She nodded, understanding the need of protection. While her own paradise was one of peace, they still had their own need for comfort of safety. Miriam thought the lady before her was much like the Earls in that sense, where they were the ones to guard the Maidens, and heavens paradise. She had a vague understanding when it came to other Packs, and their own structure, for all the lilac lady knew, was many proceeded differently. She was interested, and intrigued how the others work.

Curious enough, Miriam softly asked, "what dangers would be near here?"