The trio successfully were given rights to be on their land without a flaw. Stable ground to them, for now they had a guarded place to return to upon their different searches for family, or anyone associated with the Déorwine name. Though she could tell it would be a struggle, as many were not up to the High Elk's regard.

Many of her family were quite against those without the same differences, she can remember the treatment given to Whitney, the witch of the land. Her white pelt becoming an eyesore and wariness amongst the elders, and those with absolute obediency to the High Elk. She had to admit with her own wariness, but at the same time she never prosecuted them with extreme lengths like the others. There was simple avoidance. 

Célnes had her own reasonings.

For now, she bid her siblings a small farwell, as she used to do upon her explorations. Though of course, she said words of reassurance to @Fréobearnn, that it was all within the Whitebark Stream. To better understand the land, and it's plentiful streams. It was far more welcoming then the bracken woods, though the aspen trees were not of home, and she only shook her head at them.

It was a plentiful place- but not somewhere the High Elk would live.

The streams were plentiful of creatures within, it was definitely a suitable place for any wolves to settle. Fresh, drinking water throughout their territory with an abundancy of food was a delicacy, and she wondered how peaceful they've had it. Kingslend was similiar in it tranquility, as dominating a large forest, there wasn't many neighbors to attack them from. The High Elk blessed such a place- and she only wished to find the next one he had graced.

The elken woman was bent over the stream, a calm, but solemn look as she was memorizing the land. Though disrupted, which gave a rise to a short smile as an energetic child came bursting forward with a 'hey lady!' She ignored rash introuction with perfection, and got up to look down at the grayscale wolf.

"What is 'yummy' here?" She questioned, fishing for more info.

She blinked at the child who started to make ungodly noises to indicate what he meant. The demonstration he provided didn't give much to thought, but she did take note of the description, which was easier to form an idea then of his.. Noise. Célnes chuckled, as she eloquently smiled at Toshi, "Do you mean a Goose?"

"Yes, they are quite a delicacy." The elken woman felt nostalgia remembering them at her homeland, and was pleasantly surprised to find out they were at the stream too.

"Alright." She wasn't particullary against following him, but wasn't sure if it really was but a simple goose. She only gave her assumption, while following to his den by the river. She would think it wouldn't be very smart to be so close toward water, especially with heavy downpour, but she suppose the river-wolves had a different way of life, then of Déorwine's who were more forest-liking.

"Lead the way."

They were geese.

She followed the child toward a river, where a flock of geese laid claim. He pointed at them with such an ethusiam striven by his hunger. She only smiled in amusement, "you know how to hunt?" Célnes asked. She didn't mind fetching forward, but wondered what are the teachings Whitebark wolves give to their young.

He was an amusing one, Célnes raised a brow and chuckled, "well, I suppose I can." She wasn't one of a mentor, but didn't hurt to try and help him so. She wondered where his folks were, and if they were properly teaching. At a young age, the Deorwine would be introduced to hunting, perhaps not officially going, but the aspects it would take.

"You must bend low," the elken woman demonstrated, her body centered nearly to the floor, but her stomach just hovering, "it's best to be downwind. Wherever the wind may be, be with it, not against, your scent can be smelled."

"Think like your a lion," cougars in general were one of the best hunters she thought. They held such precision in their movements, and stalked in the background without many knowing. It was hard to find them, unless the winds let you, "a mighty creature." She needed to remember as well, this was a child. Teaching children was such an.. Antagonizing task, with their limited attention span- but now she is in it.

She moved southern, down the river where all the geese. Célnes looked to Toshi, and told him to 'stay put,' and 'watch,' before catching. She was a bit hungry, and perhaps due to that haste in a feast, caused the mistake. Stalking closer, her pumpkin eyes glared at the biggest, and juiciest of them all. Pouncing, she charged at him with full force, and the flock of birds flew.

She managed to grab him by the leg during mid-flight, but instead he continued to peck and peck, and unfortunatly, the Deorwine let go, not wishing to loose an eye. A sigh with a pitiful smile.

"You should work on smaller ones," the Deorwine advised, "geese are especially aggressive. If I did not pull out, I would've lost an eye." She would have to return eventually, as geese were a delicacy she didn't want to pass up. It was a shame that the hunt ended in failure, otherwise they could feast.

"If you know another area, we can try again," Célnes suggested.

"You'll be there one day, but not today." The Deorwine did not want to be responsible if he got injured, and especially an angry mother upon her head. It wouldn't make a good impression toward the Whitebark Wolves.

"Lead the way." Unfamiliar with the area, Célnes would not know where they would fly to.