Miriam didn't wander too far, she stayed quite close to where the forest could be, and made sure it stayed within her sights. She couldn't deny being wary being lost, but at the same time it was starting to get stiffling, being at Neverwinter on a daily basis. She adored her children, but desired to be a wanderer again. She was thankful however, they were growing to be more independent.

Her daughter was becoming a devot maiden, and she wished to one day bring her to the Orchid. Her son, though, seemingly looked like a troublemaker. He was often wandering around or sticking close to her, being a little angel, but then hearing the type of language he learned.. She could only sigh at the thought.

Thunder brewed in the back, the wind striking away the wildflowers that roamed the plains. It was a dangerous, but beautiful sight.

Miriam dipped her head in a polite greeting. She of course as seen Vallkyrie, and @Mal mentioning her so, but the two never formally met. During her depressive pregnancy, she rarely went out, and even afterwards, was far too worrying about her newborns. Now that they were older and wandering, and she felt more light, did the maiden start coming out.

"I'm.. Not sure," she said with honesty, "It is beautiful, but, I worry due to how long it's been going on." Everyone has noted it such, and she wondered when it'll end. Places were being flooded- and soon wolves would be driven away from certain territories.

"It is a double edged. A blessing, for the land to get it's need, but too much overwhelms it." She couldn't recall anything specific about the rain, and simply remembered what the mothers and sisters would say. It was a blessing for the Goddess to shed the rain for the vegation to spread out, but at the same time sometimes the darkness prefers to play, and flood the lands.

She felt that is what was happening.

"I do agree." Water was always better then the destruction of embers. Miriam never personally saw any too large, except for the occasionall tree in smoldering ashes, but she was fortunate enough to avoid that season. She wondered if Vallkyrie had such an encounter, as she mentioned the preference.

"I do," the Maiden nodded, "in my culture we have two, our Lady Goddess, and the Horned God." She understood meeting a white wolf from a previous times, that some cultures held more then one. She found it odd, as how could they all hold the world together, if there was many. Would they not argue who rules what? In her own, the Goddess ruled all, with her faithfull protector, the Horned God.

"We do not remember the original reason why he was named so, but he was a mortal, a loyal servant to her. She saw his loyalty and love, and granted an eternal place amongst her side. He is a guide, to all our warriors." There was a few theories on why such was named, that he used the antlers to plunge into his enemies, akin to a sword for the Goddess. It has always, been his name as so.

"I have met one, who had Gods with direct names. It was interested, to say the least." Vallkyrie's religion seemed similar in her own in the sense that the Gods did not have a 'name,' but just representations. She didn't understand how a name could follow, but thought it was interesting.

"All our warriors respect him so, he proved himself in a way to the land in her eternal graces. We pray to him for safety, for hunt, for battle." Her words grew a bit softer upon 'battle,' as it was something she has not done. Rarerly did Miriam's prayers send toward the Horned God, but she respected him so. She only hoped her son as well, would do the same.

"Perhaps. The stories have been lost through time." Wolves only had one thing to pass down; which was their memory. All they could do was trust each other to hold down the legacies, and pass through the generations. Though there would some lost, as memories forgotten, and stories to be warped. The maiden will always believe in her Gods, but she wondered at times, what tales were truly true.

"I always wondered if only we pray to the Gods.. Do the birds sing to them? The elks whisper? The fish?"

"The world is a mysterious place, only the Gods know what they are doing." Miriam chuckled alongside Vallkyrie, enjoying her company. It was always a pleasure to speak of the Gods and their ways, the mysteries they held. She remembered Komal, but didn't know what happened to them, shortly after she met Mal and well.. Her children had happened.

"I pray the Horned God may help in your feats." She smiled brightly to the black hunter, and nodded in the prayer for her hunting. She watched the other go and casted another one, "and may the Goddess bless you with luck and love."