Her goddess was growing impatient. In her dreams and the visions she received told her of her goddess' insistence for her pack to being. Truth be told, Meldresi was growing lax in finding new wolves. She already had Leatherface, and was uncertain in the alliances of Fang, Rahzie and Keith. She needed them in order to finalize her pack.

The priestess laid by the shores of the Big Salmon Lake, eyes absently fixed on the blue water. Her indigo eyes were narrowed as she thought. She needed to get them with her, or suffer Mephala's wrath. The Daedric Goddess would not kill her for this, but she would be punished in one way or another. The punishment of the goddess of Lies and Deceit would be subtle, but harmful nonetheless...

There was someone approaching, but Meldresi made no move to notice their arrival. Whoever it was came right up to her, speaking a greeting in another language before shifting to the common tongue. The priestess' indigo eyes turned to her before nodding back. "Greetings."

She breathed in her scent scenting a trace of salt. She must have come from the sea then. The dark female shifted onto her stomach before continuing the conversation further. "Are you from that ocean pack? Stav.....Stavanger bay?" It was only an assumption. There was only one pack that resided by the shore that she knew of, but it was possible that she was simply a loner as well.

Jarl. She had heard the term be used for some of the packs up north. The Norse ones. Fierce barbarians they were, at least some would say. She was once the lover of one barbarian before the orders were given and she killed him. But the times before that were fun. She didn't know much about Stavanger Bay, but wondered if they were led by a Nord. The name of the pack sounded Norse.

"Meldresi Melonii." She said, giving the dark female her name. "And I am of a pack, Ouroboros Spine....though I plan on leaving soon." Could she be another potential packmate? She was without strong ties to a pack, though this Jarl of hers could be persuaded to join as well...

Raven. A common, if not generic style of name. Naming children after parts of nature; animals, elements. Raven, Sky, Snow. It was lazy, at least in her eyes. A child should have a name that was earned, similar to that Jace fellow. And they should have a name to commemorate that. But that was her opinion.

Miss Raven here was asking her reasons for leaving. She thought that she wasn't liking the pack lifestyle anymore. "No....nothing like that." The priestess spoke calmly. "My alpha got sick recently but before she could succumb to the disease she was killed by a usurper. The wolf who was chosen to take her place was defeated by the murderer. Soon after that, the old beta, mate to the old alpha, died of natural causes..." She sighed, looking passably distraught. "I no longer wish to live in that pack anymore."

The priestess shook her head. She wasn't planning on joining any of the other packs. None of them seemed interesting anyway. No, she was putting her goddess' mark on the metaphorical map of Teekon Wilds. "No, I am planning on starting my own." She confessed.

She gestured east, towards the dark forest in the distance that was Blackfeather Woods. "I hope to start it there. It's called Blackfeather Woods."

The silver-eyed wolf was pondering something. She could sense it. Was it the thought of what this ominous sounding forest looked like? Or was it the possibility that her Jarl would allow her to join Meldresi? The priestess knew from experience that the Nords of the north were very dominant over their underlings. If Raven did indeed belong to a Jarl, she would have to ask for his consent.

She offered Raven a smile when she asked to join, more or less."Of course." She said. "But, you'll have to tell me what you would offer my pack." She would not accept freeloaders there, but already the dark female looked promising. From the smell of her, she was a healer, or apprenticing as one.

She was of a different faith than her own. While Raven worshipped a goddess of the moon, a common god worshipped throughout the lands, she worshipped someone different. Who seemingly clashed with that seemingly calm and peaceful goddess. But she would not discriminate, however much she wanted to convert this nonbeliever. Her traits granted by her goddess could be proven useful."I myself am a priestess. I worship the Daedric Goddess Mephala, the Webspinner. She is very much different than your goddess Azarartha..." She said, standing up. Her indigo eyes met the silver ones of the Mystic.

"But regardless of our differing faiths; I will accept you. Naturalists can and will be helpful in the long run. But, this Jarl of yours..." She said, wondering who would be brash enough to call themselves Jarl without a pack. "Would he be willing to join too?"

In answer to her question, Raven threw back her head and howled for her Jarl. After a few moments the white wolf arrived, a scowl on her face. During her time on the Norse coasts, she picked up a bit of the Nord's tongue, and though she had not spoken it in a while, she knew enough to translate what he was saying. Drawing back on her basic Norse, she responded. "Það verður engin þörf fyrir það,"

He was quite younger than she thought he would be. She expected someone older than a year old being a Jarl. Perhaps he was only claiming the title to show his dominance over his subordinate Raven. She answered for the other dark wolf. "I was only speaking to Raven about the possibility of joining the pack I will starting....I wanted to know if you were interested too..."

She nodded in understanding. Raven would choose for herself, and her Jarl would not come with her. It was fine, she had a possible follower, correct? Raven would come, most likely. Even if she didn't, Meldresi still had possible followers."Well Raven, what is your decision?"

Meldresi gave no sign of her annoyance and discomfort. She put on a mask of slight disappointment, but internally she was frustrated. Why was she so attached to this Jarl of hers? What could he offer her exactly? No matter. She had other chances, other people. Perhaps she could try again, another time.

"I understand, Raven." She said gently. "If you ever change your mind, I'll be in Blackfeather Woods over there." The priestess nodded towards the dark woods in the distance behind them. She turned, ready to head back to Ouroboros Spine. "Be well you two." The dark priestess' tail twitched softly before she left, heading home, annoyed that her dreams of creating a pack was taking too long. But, good things come to those who wait, correct?