It had been long, since she went to a path of uncertainty, a graduate yearling to a beautiful Maiden, Miriam had grown. She had made her way back to the wolves many moons ago, but her heart never felt within the Orchid as it did with the rest.. She had enjoyed the fulfillment that the travels had given her, and said her dearly departing to the others, as it was official- she did not want to go back. May the Lady Goddess always be within her, but she will not return to the home, where her heart throbs to part, but her spirit desires differently.

She felt enlightened, and sorrowfull, but it was a change she knew, that the Lady had given her. It has been a full year and more, since she had aged another year, and another winter to embrace. Though a winter alone, as she skulks through the white woods, a wisp of a spirit through the snowy terrian, she ventured forth.

Oaks and maples stood tall among her, she gave a look with her star-eyes and looked in wonder at the unfamiliaity. She thought her waywards compass led toward the previous beach, but the fresh river said otherwise compared to the previous salty sea. Shimmering she felt allured by the short waterfalls and pools within this creek that it faintly reminded her of the Orchid's, but she shook at the thought, attempting to avoid those heartfelt nostalgia. For she made her souls choice, her heart may argue. Though she could feel herself soothe to the idea, and felt captured staring within the waters, looking back at the lilac wolf against the white sky. A creek of a name she did not know, but a beautiful place it was.

A wild entrance she thought, as the other barged within giving a wild jump across to her side. A tailess wolf, she originally thought, before Miriam's wisps were to get a clearer image to what he really was- a dog. Though she held no ill-intent toward them, nor' felt a disgust to the other canine breed. She remembered her Orchid had taken in a few some, and it wouldn't be a surprise if a few of her ancestors were of the dog-kind, tracing within her blood as well. None had appeared as a trait, so she could never be sure if the fleeting thought could be true. 

"Hello," the lilac wolf greeted, a dip of the head before responding, "I am doing well, how are you?" A friendly one, as most would cower in fear toward the wolves- she held respect for him.

"I would think so, yes." If the Goddess said so, then so she was- but she would never be certain if it remain true. Though like the other had mentioned, a lavender pelt, so unlike an average wolf would hold within their many colors, but not one that still remains afloat to the group. She was one of the many, to hold the lilacs along with a snow-white gaze, who smiled warmly at the other, "Thank you." A compliment she accepted, but an internal flush came to be, an embarassment for a compliment was one not thrown easily toward Miriam, "you have a unique pelt." One a wolf such as herself, would rarely have, a beautiful chocolate and honey, a sweetful combination.

"I am not, but many of my kind are around." She only knew very few, but far too many then the normalacy forests contain. A paradise for them- but not for the others that shared the land, "it is rare to see a dog deep within forests, are you alone as well?" They preferred their own groups, but a safe distance from wolven lands, definitely not too deep where they would make their territory. Most hated the dog-kind, for a lesser blood some shared whispers, but it was a sadden racism, for Miriam knew all were the same tree, but yet another branch.

She chuckled softly, "a suiting saying," accurate for the dog before her. He was unafraid despite Miriam being a wolf, as many would cower, or result into violence due to the fear that the wolves create, and she understood why. They were predators, who did not enjoy another within their lands, even their own kind they shun if entering the realm. 

He was a leader, she thought, who cared for his pack. He wanted his own Summerlands, "This place is brimming of life, magic runs through it's veins." Life spoke to Miriam, and told of it's many tales. Though hardships might be, it was full of many different kinds, wolves and elks, cats and dogs, all were around. While chaotic, but with harmony, "in the North," she started, "is a beautiful sea, a place of desire." Where she would enjoy to step back to, the beautiful blue waves and the salty air. A glorious sight she had never seen, that surely he too, would know.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows, it is a pleasure to meet you." She remembered, the Maiden never introduced herself.

"Holy cross?" She questioningly spoke outloud, not hearing such a name before, "I am from the Orchid," was her immediate reply to him. She was a maiden from them, while their religion had no name to speak of, they simply called themselves The Orchid. Perhaps he was an associate of them, as she remembered being young, they would communicate with other groups, be it of foxes and dogs, to other wolves, a trust between nearby groups was important. It would be exciting, if this wolf was one from nearby. Though a slight flush from the compliment, upon realizing what he had said, for she was too caught up in thinking he was from somewhere she possibly knew, "thank you," Miriam whispered ever so softly.

"Ah," she thought, "I'm afraid I am new to this area," Miriam admitted, "I do not know much of the prey around, besides the fish by the river." She said with remorse, as she felt guilty to not be able to point to the right direction. Even with the mention of fish, she thought, winter had fallen, and they would be deep within, barly avaliable to catch. She was sad to say; she knew nothing.

"Overtime, the land will be mapped." Miriam had her heart set; discover everything, and everywhere. The time where to settle down, was far away, for she was still young and thriving, and had a selfish goal, that the Goddess had let her venture. The signs were clear, to follow her heart and go out; even if her sisters and mothers, as well as Amma did not want, she had to. They never expressed it outwardly, but she knew, they didn't want her to leave, but she so desired to see the world, "I hope to see for all it's worth."

A small smile of pity, "it'd be a pleasure, but I cannot guarantee a success." While it was true she a wolf, Miriam wasn't horrible, but nor' was she the best.. Average, to say the least for the lilac wolf.

He ran like the hare he chased, and it took the maiden a few moments to realize what had happened before getting up to follow along. She had the confidence within her stamina for the long travels she has had over the time of being around. Miriam felt at ease, even as he smirked toward her, she was to keep up.

Though were they running at this point, or hunting? She wasn't sure but was enjoying the ride.

Even though some animals may differ, there was one that all carnivores can do in peace; a chase of a hunt. Even herself, a maiden of the Gods, felt her spirit lighten but the chasing and the venturing off to catch the foe, "Thank you for this life, may you rest in the Summerlands," but even so, she would be taking a life. A silent prayer, to the one she would take.

She didn't realize her companion skid across the snow, as she was focused on the rabbit. A ghost of the night, she felt at ease with running, Miriam graced herself with a steady pace to catch the one. A motion toward the left, she knew where it was to go once the z-shaped pattern was to an end. It would try to preform another, but she had the nature of a wolf, and knew the fellow well. A study of nature itself, she could preform tasks of hunt with an ease. Her speed was a confidence, and grabbed the rabbit by it's neck, before slowing down.

A crack, and a silent prayer.

"Are you alright?" Miriam dropped the dead hare on the ground, and padded toward him in a worry. She didn't see what had happened, but he was on his back, panting like a wild man. She wondered if he banged his head..