An injury would not delete in a singular day; alas, Uriel had come back after the defeat. She was a determined wolf, given that she would not easily retreat away from these woods just yet. There was other options to be explored, but her mind had set on this particular forest. Stubborn, she was, because she felt so desperate to find something of her own, it was an unwilling feeling to give in to her first stake.

Pained as she was, the golden wolf retreated back with guard. A glaring silver, watching the trees for familiar signs, or for another to come forth. Weakened, she would still fight with a hopeful victory.

"Who are you?" Uriel was on edge since the attack- she would count herself a normally friendly wolf, however with recent events, she felt tilted to more rigid form. It could be clear she was on a more guarded note, but unlike the white dragon before, he did not show the same hostility. Nontheless, the word may of gotten out, and she dare not to let up just yet before his intentions are known. 

Who are you, and where are you from, stranger? She thought quietly, while waiting for his actions.

She had greatly eased as the other respected boundries, telling her that Artyom meant no harm. A thankful nod toward the other, as she offered a small, but warm smile, "I am Uriel," said the golden wolf, "of Sunward." Unofficial as it was, with no wolves to call her own, she was still determined to call herself the Alpha of Sunward, and to make others known she would be about to stake her claim. Perhaps one day the dream could be reality.

"I desire to," he was not someone she could recruit to become her people, for he had pledged to his own sanctuary, "here, is what I would like, though others are not keen on that thought." She said without hesitance, curious on what his reaction would be when she made her statement on trying to make this area her home. Scent was strong when Uriel first arrived, but dimished due to the need to flee from a dragon. 

She would try again, but she isn't sure anymore.

The change of behavior did not go unnoticed; she knew he was a pack wolf who would not enjoy rivarly around. Just as she was warned before by another, but this was not Legion, but of Whitebark Stream. The woods had neighbors, no matter where she would go, Uriel would be surrounded in it. Her own body bristled to a more guarded, matching his own. Intimidation wasn't a tactic used against the phoenix. 

"I see," she said, "Legion is near too?" Though while they changed, she needed the question. His undertoning threat was understood, but she chose to pretend it was not heard. Desirable as the area was, was it worth the risk of two neighbors, this close? Uriel couldn't deny holding a bit of resentment, a grudge toward herself for being so keen to the forest.

Perhaps they were far enough that they didn't need to fight- but Uriel assumed, they would clash one day with the shared hunting ground. It was a far too pleasant place to give up to another, for even she held that reluctance as well, but came without a powerful aid to chip into that fight.

"They were. A white dragon fought and defeated me, and warned of my doing."

"I want a home, my home." She still had an injury with a scabbed shoulder, shown by the recent defeat, but so desperate to place her land, she came back regardless of damage. There wasn't confidence, only sheer determination if a fight were to begin, Uriel would fight. However like she shown no signs, he did not show signs of trying to warn her off away. For now, they would remain happily neutral.

"Do you think I am a fool for this?" The golden wolf was called one by the other, but did he think the same?

"I see," she didn't know what to expect from him. A compliment? An agreement? Internally she was hoping for more, but didn't pressure further from a stranger. There wasn't a point, when this was may be the last time she saw of him, and didn't fish for more.

"Perhaps." More then unwilling, but she couldn't deny the suggestion would be a more reasonable solution to a fiasco, "you are north?" Very close, they too are unwilling to give it up.

"I see." Truly was surrounded.. A constant fight for what could be, competition with established packs while she had no one upon her side. Uriel met a few, but sadly none came to her ward, and she respected their decision. Couldn't grab them all, but at least she would continue trying.

"I will be on my way. It was nice to meet you." Uriel wished to be left in thought, alone somewhere.