The dark she-wolf's paws trudged against the gravity of the water as rain drops drenched her pelt, and oh how her ankles ached from having to do this for several minutes now. Luna must've been in the mountains for quite a while now to not notice such a rise in water levels; so much for stopping by at the lake to get a drink — there was already plentiful around. Huā & Aiolos resided Yuélóng, a pack she'd met during her arrival, and lived particularly close to the sea. A part of her worried if they were being affected by this as well. And what of Taikon? She wasn't exactly sure where the he-wolf lived, but hopefully he wasn't being affected by this too...right?

Just up ahead was someone who seemed to be just as drenched as her right now — but their priorities were more fixated on drinking water from the lake. Their fur was tickled by frost-bitten whites and their eyes, while being dark in coloration, were uniquely sharp. The she-wolf was almost ghostly in appearance and had some sort of presence to her, Lunaria couldn't figure out the reason why though."Wonderful weather we're having today, don't you think?" Luna asked the taller woman rhetorically as she quietly approached her side, lowering her crown towards the lake to take a drink as well.

Lunaria, reluctant as she might be to do so, couldn't help but agree. It certainly didn't look like things were going to get better from the looks of it and that only made her worry more. "So I've seen, unfortunately. I just wonder how it would be possible to get through this. Rain i've seen plenty of times before, but flooding, well, I have yet to adjust to...." That being the case, it would also mean that the fae will have to search for somewhere safe to reside if the flooding did become worse. Going back to camp out in those mountains didn't sound too awful right now. 

Her attention trailed towards the bloated carcass that was drifted and dragged to shore by the dark-eyed damsel and couldn't help but wince at the grisly state of rigor mortis it was in — it must have fell into the waters and twisted its neck along the way. Freshly caught prey was more of her go-to when it came down to a meal, though pre-killed animals always had a strong taste and a tough texture she wasn't too fond of. 

It was true, a harsh reality to serve to the more absent minded, but still the truth either way. A lone she-wolf traveling into uncharted land with no proper mapping of where she'd be going wasn't an ideal circumstance to be in when a deluge was just short of reeking havoc on any land that remained standing.

The speckled female would ask for Lunaria's homeland affiliation. There was once a place the fae called home (and that she secretly wished to return back to feel safe) but her feet carried her too far away for that to be a realistic outcome. "No, I don't. I left my home some time ago and ended up here. And I can't really tell you that I've found a set shelter as of yet..." Again, paying the mountains a visit once more was sound pretty damn promising right now. That is unless this lady had somthing to offer? "My name is Lunaria, a former hunteress of the Eagle Peak tribe. You?" Luna asked the she-wolf inquisitevly, tilting their head to look at them while they salvaged the mangled corpse.

The girl's moonstone eyes brightened for a while as the speckled female spoke of her own teachings of the moon goddess. Luna had not heard of the name given to her being used in other folklore; 'How fascinating' she thought. This speckled woman, who identified herself as Macaria, was offering Lunaria to follow in her pawsteps and make her vision become reality. The dark damsel felt confused & conflicted for a minute, before actually being able to form words.

"In all honesty, I know little about practices involving arcane arts. I am not really much of an arcanian...." Was arcanian even a word or was Luna simply butchering names? Best to save the embarrassment for another day and change the subject  quickly. She continued: "My pride leans towards calling myself as a hunter and provider to those I serve..."

A huntress like Lunaria was not cut out for any other feild than the one she was destined to be in — hunting was her true passion. Even if that were the case, Macaria's drive and motivation to find others that supported her cause intrigued Luna; she wanted to help too in some way, despite her lack of belief in, well, anything that cannot be seen. "While I cannot say that I invision myself working alongside you and mirroring your work, I'd like to stay by your side and help you achieve your search for as long as you will allow me...." She then straightened up and walked over towards the tall woman, a smile upon her face that mixed with something serious in the next question: "Do you trust me, Macaria?"