It was beautiful, time had frozen for Miriam and before her, as the snow disregarded her stunned mind and fell onto the white ground. The massive trees could not hold against the powder, as it tried to keep away from the barrage of only for it to fail and continue to pile around the trunk. Untouched snow, with only her steps following as she was a ashen speck within the wonderous glowing world.

The wisp had stopped, her starry eyes locked onto the stag- the beast who seemed to tower over herself despite being so far. She had failed to see so many of them, yet there he was, within the small field surrounded by trees, staring into the sky and not noticing the lilac wolf, who stood in quiet, too amazed by the scene. Truly beautiful, she thought, as nature blessed with such a look, but she also felt fear from him, for she knew nature was beautiful, but could be cruel. She was not reckless, to venture forth and attack the elk knowing that a bitter defeat was within the path. Her fate by the Goddess would not be there, but a bystander to it's journey.

A beauty, and another beauty watched in peace.

It wasn't the first time she had seen an Elk, but the King before her was an indisturbed scene, a beauty in its own. She felt at peace with what was like a memory, a scene that wouldn't move. However something else did, while the maiden felt frozen, her hearing did not go unnoticed, as an ear twitched from the sound of snow crunching beneath, and the faint smell of another wolf. Though not rushed, but quiet, she hoped that it meant no harm by the secretive way, just as she came to watch the giant up ahead.

Her snow-white gaze, glancing beside to see if it was true, as she heard the faint sound of a hiss, and grabbed her attention. Gaze broken from the King, her head slowly turned with her soft body to face the other, and gave a questioning tilt of what he had desired from her. Miriam saw she wanted her attention but did not know why, and seeing as no aggression was shown, she was calm, but still guarded, and awaited for the other to continue.

Miriam, only continued to watch in question as the stranger did not respond, only walked forward. A hunters march, she thought, looking at him worridly. Surely not, would he challenge the king before them? Though, through her own wisps she could see his own were crazed for a hunger, as she had not been around to what the Wilds had done to them- a great hunger to all. Healthy, and beautiful was the doll, but compared to the weakened wolves, they would take the risk to avoid the starvation.

"Wait, don't!" Her voice would be not heard, for she called forth a plee, but he had begun. A snarl twisted from the other, a savage lunge came forth, and he begun the attack. Miriam watch the large Elk look at the other, but almost seemed he was leering at the one who dared to challenge. The Maiden couldn't watch as he would foward himself to a death-match, for she did not believe that he could take him down, and even with the help of herself, the two would be in defeat. She hoped to lunge, to take him down before a foolish mistake he would make.

Pounding of the heart, and swirl of the mind, "I am sane," she said in a soft whispery-tone, carefully going upwards from the previous exhilarating act she had done. Miriam was thankful she was in time, and managed to do so to the stranger before he engaged the kingly elk, who simply stared unrused toward their moment. 

"He is large," sharply, she started, "can he be taken down by one?" Though coldly said by the doll, she looked at him in worry. There was large doubt he would be able to do so alone, especially by how unphased the herbivore was by the unsuccessful attack. A herd of wolves she believed, could only be savage enough to bring him down. Though the lilac maiden, couldn't help but also feel she didn't want to see him go down by them. A beauty to her eyes, but survival was a must in the harden times.  She too, needed to be fed, but just maybe, all could survive in this scenario. But there was a hope, he could be free alongside them.

"Please," she pleaded, to be calm and think. Unspoken words, but Miriam hoped he would reconsider the attack.

A sigh of relief escaped from Miriam as the golden and brown stranger took heed of her words. Though fustrated he was, she was thankful he had listened. Listened, but not given up. A shame, she would think for the kingly elk to be taken down- but her Lady had set those down, for destiny to take form for the herbivore. The other was determined to eventually bring him to his knees, and dethrone the large one. While courageous, she couldn't help but feel a bit of ache.

Unique tongue, the lilac beauty had to take some time to process what was said through the accent. Perhaps a silence fell between, as she took time to carefully decide the words she needed, and nodded to the other, "I will help." If it was to be his last- Miriam would be the one to see it alongside the others, "however.. Grateful for your offer, I am on a journey at the moment." There wasn't a current desire, to tie down to others. She desired to see this world for what it was, and what would be.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her words were so soft, and so delicate, she was barely audible to some.

A soft shake, Miriam replied, "I do not." Simple and soft words, was all that was needed. While in the future, perhaps a pack could come into play, for now she had desired for the wanderers soul, to be a free spirit and see what was to be offered. Intriguing this place was, and whimiscle was the wild. She had part ways with the Orchid, to be within the world, and the lilac beauty, would grasp every chance she could to see what there was.

However, she didn't want to pass up what could be- a lover, a friend, a companion, a family. If he were to lead, wherever they would go would be the second pack she would interact with, but officially the first. Shame to say, the first Miriam ran off in embarassment.. Long ago that was though, she had a slight bonus of courage since then.

"Where do you live?" she inquired.

She had ease with keeping up, while power was not in her best suit, the long distance of travelling gave her confidence of her stamina, and well-pace to stay upfoot with Bronco. She followed him to his packlands, cautiously observing the terrians they were to pass. Miriam knew she would trace-back eventually to fully immerse herself with them, but for now the task afloat was about the mighty elk, and the summons for more members.

So he called, and they would wait. She couldn't help but feel nervous, especially since it's been so long since she had faced a group of wolves. The group he named, Firebirds, was an unknown number, "How many will come?" She asked questioningly, if any would come forth to help the hunt. The two along- not even three she thought, could bring him down. They would need Earls, or Warriors some prefer to refer. A sparkle within the maiden's wisp, as nervous as she was, an excitment came from her heart.

"Famine?" Miriam was unaware of the tragedies Teekon had faced, for during those times she had been away from the wilds, and near her homeland. She was far healthier compared to some, as she was well-bodied and shown no signs of illness, weakness, nor' hunger within her ribs. Though his words made sense for his crazed state earlier, if the food as thin, it was a given a wolf would be driven to danger to survive. She felt a pity stir within, and a sorrow for how much his pack had been through.

Though he remained optimistic it seemed, as while they wait for the help, he would play a game, "bobstones?" but a game she did not know. Miriam was full of questions today, for new options continuously came to be.

The ghostly maiden watched him gather the tools required for the game, as he answered her questions. She was curious on the game, as not one she was familiar with, but there was few she knew of, for the young ones of the Orchid played simple games. A chase, a pounce, maybe a lost one hidden away. 

"Unfortunate, i'm sorry to hear that." How horrible, she wondered why the Goddess had sentenced so many disasters upon their land- perhaps a trial? Though Miriam dare not dwell too much on the questioning of Her Lady, and only hoped many did not suffer from these lands. Definitely showed the longing on why the desire for the king elk came to be, and a need for him as well. She knew he was needed, for his Pack.

Though her own? "I came from the West, far from here." It would take many, many moons to return to her homeland, for Miriam did a long journey to com to Teekon, "You are born here, yes?" An assumption, for his native-talk and terms she did not know of, such as bobstones. Either been here for a long, but one looking so young did not seem to be elderly, perhaps one born of the Firebirds, and lived here since birth.

"I will keep that in mind." Miriam knew he meant well, but she felt a bit uncomfortable on how much he emphasized the Firebirds, how much he desired to have her join. She trusted him, that they were friendly enough, but still was not ready to slow down her journey just yet, "will they come?" However.. As friendly as they seemed to be, his call seemed to be in vain she thought, as none are coming to them. They simply waited, and plaid this.. Game, which was intriguing by itself.

"Alright, I understand."

Miriam nodded, hoping it to be true. She didn't want Bronco to feel the disappointment of none coming- as her patience can become for weeks, but what of his? She worried, as the maiden turned around in thought, listening to his words with eyes closed. When she turned around once more to face and watched his paws, she definitely did not know how many there were.

"Five on left, two on right?" She questioned.

"Three on left, two on right?" Miriam re-corrected herself, simply lowering the number she had claimed before. A fascinating claim the maiden thought, and hard to win as who could tell what was beneath the paw. A game of guessing, but if one didn't hide it well enough, perhaps it could be one- though sadly he hid them perfectly, she could only give vague guesses to how many was underneath.

Her silvers grazed upwards, noticing the dimming of the sky, and the reddened clouds, "It is getting late," she commented, "perhaps the hunt is destined for another day," and that the King gets more time of the peace.