It seemed like a number were starting to join the glen, and Lunaria would assume this was because winter was near it's peek. Not that she had any particular problems against it -- It was a good thing that the glen was growing nicely since its founding -- but with growing members meant more mouths to feed. She thought momentarily about discussing how they'd go about stocking up the caches, how she would be able to contribute in the hunts, and if the newer members would be willing to help to.....

Speaking of which: while she took her stroll around the glen's grounds, her eyes trailed upon an unfamiliar figure digging at the snowy flooring -- must be one of the new members, 'But what's he up to?' she wondered with curiously twitching nose.

Wouldn't hurt to find out for herself, so the dame would call out with a soft chuff and start walking towards them.

"Hello there, I don't believe we've met yet..." she approached the male with a soft wave of her tail, though there was a split second where she could've sworn he seemed.....annoyed? Strange, perhaps she was interrupting something.......but what exactly?

"Digging something up? You won't find many rabbit burrows here that haven't been smothered by snow." She commented with a casual smile while walking over to the he-wolf. Clearly, the raven had no real way of knowing what the sire's motivation was in digging the snow, but her intentions were to give him an opening to actually explain himself. Ecspecially since she'd already took the time to stroll over, sit down infont of him, and stare down at the holes till he gave her the answer to her question. Not very subtle about sticking your nose in another's business aren't you, Lunaria?

Lunaria always found it easier to make eye contact to the people she talked to regardless of who they were -- and despite the endless scolding she used to recive on how this was considered a 'Threat' to elders and higher-ups alike, the habit never seemed to break. So when she noticed Holland's gaze turning away from her, she assumed this was the case. 

Ah, Luna hated that....

She wanted to feel comfortable enough to speak with someone on a casual level regardless of 'Rank' -- Titles like these should not be something used to make others feel wary of who to respect, they should only be signs of another's dedication in their pack. "Am I that unsightly that you need to look away?" She jested with her usual childish grinning, hoping the small joke could clear the thickening atmosphere around them so he'd be able to actually look at her....

Luna's teal orbs rounded with vast curiosity at the mention of gardening. It was not a subject she was very educated on, but that did not mean watching him in the process didn't spark the raven's interest. Ecspecially now that he introduced himself to her as the pack's new medic. "Ahhh, that's incredible! Our pack has been due for one for a while, its great that one has taken interest in our ranks!"

She stood back to her feet like a spring with the spike of energy to match, and begun again to make her own introduction. "Holland; you can call me Lunaria, I am a huntress..." there was no official title for a hunter in the glen (or at least, she didn't think so), but Lunaria wore the title like a badge she'd happily take to her grave regardless.

Her little quip was returned with a light scowl from the male, to which she'd close her eyes and sheepishly grin as her own little way of apologizing. "Ah, force of habit? Sorry, the opportunity was just too tempting..." she just couldn't let the moment slip without adding another shitty joke. And while the joke wasn't recived too positively, at least Luna was able to make him look her direction -- and that satisfied her enough.

When the laughter finally quelled, something a little softer graced her features when speaking up again "Wolven blood makes us do strange things, doesn't it?" the huntress didn't know why it was the way nature flowed, but it was -- sadly.  "Still, I just hope you'll feel more comfortable looking at me from now on when I come to bother you. Even if it is one of annoyance..." A strange way to say "welcome to the pack", but one she meant genuinely. Perhaps one day, if Luna was lucky enough, she'd be able to gain another freind.

Another round of soft laughter to what seemed like a dry joke, nodding in strange agreement. Complain was definitely one way to put it. "Why yes, my kind sir, you may complain to me all you want; I am an open menu. Though In return, I should approach you after I get flung in the air by an angry elk bull, yes?" Terrible formal tounge to add a bit more zest, though maybe the 'Angry elk' part was an exaggeration....hopefully.

"Speaking of which, mind telling me more about the garden you'll be making?" She said while plopping down on her rump, tail swaying lazily in the crisp snow. It looks as though he'd just began -- perhaps she'd be able to help?

The topic of budding, sprouts, fertility; these were all new subjects to her. She'd never met a wolf who specialized in such a feild of knowledge and she was rather impressed by it, taking in every word he said like a student to their mentor -- a sponge to water. Medicine and agriculture was not something she planned on specializing in anytime soon, for her heart belonged to the hunt and the hunt alone; the marks on her chest signified that. Still, it was always fun to be taught something she'd never knew before. And she appreciated how Holland took the time to explain it.

Luna took the time to plop down on her stomach, placing her head between her paws while that celestial teal stare remained fixated on the plowed ground. Her brows would then furrow as it suddenly occurred to her that yes, winter had come. So how would this affect his process of growth? "So will you be coming back every now and then to shovel away the snow?" The raven questioned, lifting her head back up to look at him until he answered.

She blinked slowly as her vision trailed towards the den that was, indeed, right beside him. Ah...had that always been there? Well, this was akward. "Whoops, guess I hadn't noticed it up until now..." Another abashed grin, then a moonstone gaze turning back to him as if to pretend the moment had washed over her. Maybe If we pretend like that didn't just happen, then he'll forget about it...

Now there were questions being aimed at her, and she was a bit surprised to be put on the spot suddenly. It was still to be expected though -- the only thing Hol knew about her was her name. "You'd probably die of bordem to know that hunting is my only skillset......well, not really..." Talking like a motor engine was also a distinctive talent of hers, but Holl probably got the gist of that ever since Luna arrived. All jokes aside, there was one thing besides hunting that caught the dark femora's attention. "I wouldn't really call it a skill as opposed to a hobby or current intrest until I start learning more about it, but something about nature seems to have a pull on my attention, you know?" 

Lunaria's smile returned as she spoke to him -- she enjoyed talking about her interest with other people. Maybe in hopes that they share a similar passion to her own. "I want to learn more about plants, the types of animals that I hunt, the different ecosystems I have yet to roam -- and most importantly--" Her slender muzzle tipped towards the sky, a few snowflakes landing on her nose in the process. "The nightsky; I practically live and breath in it." The stars and moon that Luna cherished so much were not out at the moment, but they will be soon. And she'd be there to study them as per usual...

"Long....I guess you can say that. I was here when it was founded..." Luna said in deep thought of what she really meant, lowering her head from the sky to peer back at him. "Although I wouldn't technically call it a long time. You see, the glen was founded little over a month ago as an extension of Moonspear." Ah moonspear; such a looming presence it had over the glen. The raven could only recall meeting a few from that mountainous castle,  really. What were the others like? "Almost makes you feel overwhelmed to be in the presence of such a tightly established family. Hell, I still feel a little out of place even now. Though I kinda miss the vagabond lifestyle....." Being in a pack had it's ups and downs -- a lack of freedom being one of them. Still, the thought of keeping herself busy, feeding hungry packmates, and forging new relations was the only thing keeping her going now.

"Moss? Mmmm, I think I know a few places! Roaming around a lot has its benefits..." She was more than willing to help, ecspecially if it meant observing the work of a healer too, though Hol's words did not stop there.

At the mention of his sensitivity to light her, Lunaria's head tilted a bit. That was not a condition she'd ever encountered in another before, and the thought had her curious as to how long he'd suffered from it. "I see. I suspect you prefer finding shelter during daylight hours then?" Lunaria did not share a history with light sensitivity like Holland did, but it seems like the both of them were more active after the sun had set -- something she could relate to. It could prove to be beneficial for him though -- seeing as though he didn't seem like the socially hungry type, a time where most would be sleeping away could give him more time to his work rather than being bothered.

Other than this, it seemed as though Hol was doing quite well despite the sensitivity, so she found it unnecessary to add anything after that question was answered. Though...there was one thing the dame wanted to ask Holland."If you'd like, you can walk under the moon with me every now and then? I don't think I have many here in the glen I can share my knowledge about the night sky with, but maybe you'd be interested?" The only other person she felt comfortable talking about her fascination with was Atlas, the younger boy she had met not too long ago. The thought of showing someone else the beauty of the night was something that made her tail thump against the ground in excitement. "Besiiiides, I can teach you a thing or two about cracking some clever jokes like me. Irresistible offer don't you think?" That was assuming he actually found humor in Lunaria's words, but she already knew he'd be unamused by the jab -- she was just having a little too much fun messing with him at this point.

'The glen was not so different than my last.'

A pack wolf from the past, huh? What was Holland's previous home like, was it somewhere he enjoyed being? Luna assumed the opposite at the mention of him supposedly adjusted to the life of an outcast, but was that all to his tale -- or were there missing pieces to the puzzle she wasn't putting together? "I don't know very much about you, don't I?" A retorical question that indirectly asked if he'd be sharing more about himself in the future. It her mind, it would've been better to let such information flow naturally rather than to force it out. Still, 'What's in that head of yours that I don't know, Holland?'...

A star-like gleam in her eyes and a smile on her face when the medic not only accepted her offer, but offered to teach her what he knew as well -- it was a trade that elated Luna to a new form of knowledge yet to be discovered. Something to keep her mind busy and know more about the world around her. "I have seen healers from my birth pack use cobwebs, though I never thought moss could be useful in the same way...If thats the case and you need more of it, I can bring you bountifuls! Ecspecially when we do a little exploring when the moon has risen." He was right; a place such as the glen was perfect for someone with his condition. Plus, if he needed someone to assist him with his work at night, Lunaria would be more than delighted to help.

Then there was a pause; and a look of dramatized suprise.

"Was that a laugh I just heard, Mr. Holland?" She drawled in question, leaning in to peer at him with the hint of a mischievous smirk on her face. That was the first hint of amusement she saw from him! "Seeee? I still have it in me, don't you think?"