Miriam, was not sure what she was looking at. The Maiden was making her way through the land she had not ventured to yet, and was hoping to make her way back to the beaches. Though stopped by a few other events, another had appeared before her. She was not sure what this structure was, as she did not know of the creatures around the area. The word beaver was not in her dictionary, and was not within the Orchid, nor' near. 

Unaware what it was, the wolf could only peer around in questioning, absolutely puzzled by this, just as she was by a coconut on a previous year. She was across it, watching the wood blockade while Miriam stood by the little lake, hoping if she stared enough, maybe an answer could surface.

Miriam was perplexed, and studying what it could be. She could not see her fellow wolves, able to make a structure near the water surface without a few incidents.. It almost made her sad, if the theory was to be true, she would fear who would thought of the idea. Though intriguing, simply looking from afar would not grant an answer with her curious mind, and only could guess on it. She debated, to go near..

Though thoughts disrupted, as a golden wolf came by and gave the maiden a little shock as she was not expecting anyone near. He was not hostile to her relief, and gave a friendly smile with a greeting. She felt flushed, and her little paws felt hot to the cold ground, almost burning. While trying to remain calm in her more animated denemour, Miriam dipped back politely just as she was taught, "...Hello," her soft voice greeted back, but in a whisper that almost couldn't be heard.

"..Beaver dam?" Miriam softly tilted her head in a mild confusion, as she looked at the earl with curious, starry eyes, wondering on the words he had spoken. She had not heard of what a beaver was, and only continued with confusion as he had mentioned the word of 'hunting.' Were they creatures just as herself? A prey for the wolves? She was aware of the Goddess having many creatures disposed within the world, and many she had yet to reach her ears, perhaps these 'beavers' were one.

Miriam softly clarified, "I do not know what that is. What are they?" She innocently asked the stranger, a slight sparkle within her wispy gaze as a thirst for knowledge came to be.

Earnestly listening, the maiden calmly wathed his blue eyes and dark facial mask as he went on to explain what was not understood within her own small, naive world. She was interested in what was seen, for she only knew of ducks that desired to live within waters and around for the fish, or the large rat-like creatures swimming within the reeds. Miriam originally thought of them, but they were not ones to chew on the small logs. Fascinating, she thought, and tipped a head of gratitude, "Thank you." She was not without manners, "I been unaware of their.. Existence, but I hope to see them." she admitted.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows." Politely, the pale lady introduced herself, with another small tip of the head as she spoke on her name in a delicate, and soft mannerism, perhaps too whispery for her own good.

"Rare?" She said, wishing to reconfirm his words. Though day was still afoot, if she desired to see the so-called toothy beavers, Miriam would need to wait for quite a few hours. She was a bit willling to do so, as her time was not spent anywhere else, nor' needed at the moment, "Quite a bit of time before then." She said, her white eyes craning to the bright sky, before looking back to his baby blues.

"It is nice to meet you, Jasper." He too had a rather long-ish name, as there has been a few wolves which did not harbor a middle, nor a last name such as themselves. Did it vary from wolf to wolf? Was it a culture issue, some did, some did not? The sheltered Miriam was far too curious, but not enough wolves she has seen to answer the various of questions, despite a rather unknowingly curious look she held back on asking.

"I am not. I am.. A bit new here," she couldn't say totally new, for Miriam came back, left, and continued the cycle for around, three times, she supposes? "Are you?" She assumed he was familiar with the area, knowing of knowledge she had no aware of. The lilac wolf was thankful for the information, and was interested to where he had come from. She did bare interactions with the Packs in the neighborhood, meeting one- which she had embarassingly ran away from in the end. If they were still around, she had desired to apologize- for the little lady grown just a bit since then.

A nod of understanding, albiet a bit disappointed but it was a situation that could not be helped, especially if neither had known the area. However Miriam was thankful toward the golden man, for the knowledge she had gained to what laid across the lake. She had met a few socialable wolves while travelling through the coast, but it had been some time since the wispy maiden had met one so bright, and warm. He felt like the sun.

"I do not know much of the wolves of these lands," she admitted, "I am a sole traveller." While the other had a companion that was a sister, Miriam came alone. It wasn't a lonely adventure she thought, as witnessing a new land within her white eyes was an excitment to it's own. Sometimes it was nice, to meet another within the newly found area, such as one as Jasper. A hope to continue onwards, with the exploration and socialibity of finding new wolves and new terrians. While also interested in Packs, she had not found many, nor' knew. Approached one many moons ago, the lady embarassingly fled in shame for a request to see his territory. That was the only pack she interacted with, and to this day the name was unknown. Redhawk Caldera, was another name that did not dip into her memories. Though he had a strong connection to the claim.

Despite the younger age, he held experience that surpassed Miriam's, and beamed with confidence upon his 'mission' to seek them out. In a way, she had one, "Yes." Though more of a thoughless adventure, to say the least, "I desire to see- everything." A simple but bold claim the soft dame claimed, truly wishing upon it. Determined she was, it was to be uphold she would see everything. All that this land had, she would see discover it all.

"Sometimes," Miriam admitted. She grew up surrounded by protective and caring wolves within the Orchid. All together, none alone, but they were secluded from others. While open in arms, they were not ones to seek out what was around them, and preferred to stay within their lil sanctuary, with the protection of their Goddess, "but I meet many who dilute the feeling, like you." While at times, lonliness crawled forth, she has, and would meet many that would make the feeling sulk away. Though.. He was right, "I do not know, until that time comes." Fighting was a very limited experience she had, and had not learned. Instinct was the only one that the Maiden held, and thankfully the issue never approached. There would be a day though, it will creep up on her.

"One day," she Miriam started, "I would like one, a home, a family and friends," she would never deny that, but her 'mission,' was put ahead of the desire, "but I am young. There is time." Her second winter had come, and she had many more seasons to venture through. During the travels, she would 'live, laugh and love,' perhaps scorn and cry. An adventure, she oh so desired, and at the end of it all, a home could come forth.

"They sound very nice," not many would do such a kind act such of him and his parents, but it seemed Jasper did not enjoy the life, "then do you desire to a permanent residence?"

A light smile of gratitude to the sun-child, that soon followed with a small nod, "I would like to think so." She wasn't much one for strength, though Miriam likes to think her stamina surpasses a few, and excels more on speed with her wispy body. Though she would think, that one would have difficulty running away from a battle upon being tackled. She still prays to her Lady Goddess, that the chance will never come..

"I understand why you would want to find a home." She commented softly, a look of pity flashing across her face. Miriam had stayed in one place majority of her childhood, and had those friends and family, however Jasper was another story. She couldn't imagine how it must be felt, to find friends, only to be torn away. His parents meant good, she thought, but it wasn't good for him

"I hope we both find what we are looking for, in these wilds."

"If fate lets it happen." Miriam would like to see the golden boy again, perhaps if her Goddess would let fate intertwine once more. Though their paths, their goals, differed, for one had the aim for his home- but she, wished to see it all before home would find herself again. For now home would be astray, a place she did not desire to find just of yet, unlike Jasper who had searched, and was seemingly done with the lonesome travels. She could see why- but urned for the world too much to pass.

"I hope we meet again," she smiled.