After meeting a strange woman, Miriam took a route to avoid her. Something from within simply said to remove herself from the situation, it felt like the Goddess was giving a warning so; and she diligantly followed that feeling. However, that same passage to avoid the raven-woman was the same why to get back to Neverwinter, and avoiding so, meant she was getting further away.

The moonlight casted a silver glare to the grassland, but the rain poured, making what could've been a true beauty, full of gray and brown, a mudfall entrance. She had to sleep somewhere else, and temporary hunt for survival, and before she knew it- it was already dark. Another day wasted, and another day without her son and daughter. She was worried for them- much less herself.

She sat in the field, her head high with water dripping down her snout, "Goddess," she whispered, "I pray to thee', guide me back.." to where, exactly? Should she say home? That was not where her heart laid, only to where her children lived, "where my family is."

"Bronco." A smile to her face, as the air of familarity came to the maiden. A wolf she met long ago- long before her own children, and while she still continued with adventures. She remembered he once invited her to his home, and she rejected it so, still wishing to travel. Though now, Miriam must remain at Neverwinter until her children are independent. 

She doesn't remember when these thoughts came to be, when she started to urn to leave. Perhaps it was due to the fact her poor daughter, Liliana was assaulted. It wasn't safe- it wasn't home, if she was on the move, perhaps all would be forgotten. But for them, she remains.

"How are you?"

There was a tired smile, "A lot.. Has happened." Since seeing Bronco, she supposed her life had turned to a turmoil of sorts, and almost seemed like a trial from the Goddess, "I found a place, however I am there due to my children." It was a confession. As while she was gone, Miriam had given birth to two beautiful children.

She loved them entirely, but it was definitely a change to what she had to say from the wolf. Miriam remembered she valued her freedom, but at the moment, she could not say that more. Sacrifices are needed for motherhood, but even so, she wouldn't trade her children away for the thought.

She held a bright smile, "Thank you, I have two. My daughter Liliana, and my son Asmoses." There was pride surging from them, how small and pretty they were, and watching them grow. However as she has been gone for some time.. She was worried for them "Admittingly, I am.. A bit lost, I live in Neverwinter, but I cannot find my way back."

"Do you know where that is?" She questioned him with a rather hopeful look. As Miriam had been lost, she was struggling to find back to the forest where her family was. The rain masked the scents of where she previously travelled, and now was wandering aimlessly, hoping to find it again.

He was so nice, and Miriam couldn't help by smile along with him. She couldn't help but admire how the situation was, and how delightful Bronco was. Even if the kids weren't his own, he praised and sung like they were his. It made her dearly miss them so, and regret wandering out too far.

"I do not know much about my Pack's politics," the maiden said, refraining from saying she was rather a recluse within the Pack, "i'm assuming we are close.. I've been gone for only a day or two." Despite the lack of information Miriam held, she hoped that could provide some insight. She hadn't been gone for a week, only a few days, so surely, the two packs were close?

That would be hopeful, "You are in Moonspear now?" she remembered he was in Firebirds, and was curious on the change.

"I see, that is quite a journey you are taking." The Orchid never had anything similar, and she doesn't really believe they held any particular allies. There was all that was needed in within after all, and the trades that could be obtained, was just as good within their home. Some leave to hone skills.. However it wasn't really the reason she left, it was just a simple whime of wishing to see the world.

"Evergreen pines; they everywhere. It is a dense forest." That was as much as she knew about the place, there wasn't much else to note. It was forest with a hood, and coated with various of prey. A truly good home, Mal decided to claim.

"Yes!" She had a hopeful tone. It was definitely near it, though while never personally venturing near the crator, she saw it from the forests borders occasionally, and as well on the way when firstly entering Neverwinter. She felt a bit teary-eyed, with the relief that somehow she can get back in peace.

"Thank you Bronco," most likely without him, Miriam would've remained lost. She dearly missed her kids.

"I appreciate you for being my guard."  She didn't understand too much about trades since coming to the wild, but understood it was akin similar to simply gaining experience. After a certain amount of doing something, it was the recongization in the wild. She thought it was a proud act to do, and respected Bronco for training up to gain a mastery in guiding. She was happy to help so.

"Their fur is a slight tint like my own," Her gray was perculiar shade of a gray agouti, and she hasn't met someone similar to her own. Her Orchid was full of wolves of similarities of lighter tones, grays and golds, "though they have spots, as their sire' does. I'm not sure if they'll outgrow it, or keep." There was something about children were certain traits they held disappeared over time. She wondered if they would have the spots like their father..

"Oh, but there's something so odd about their eyes.. They're getting old enough that slowly their true eye color will appear, but it looks like both of them are having two shades!" It was a gradual process, but she starting to notice that the tint has been shifting. One seemed lighter then the other between the two, and both of them held the opposite sides. It was too far to tell what color though.

"They're truly like twins."