Crëyr was at another bowl of water— perhaps it was the last one she had yet to visit in Teekon Wilds— well, in this area, at least. She did not know. She endeavoured to visit all of them and know the place inside out, though. That was what she had did back in Wales, after all. She was familiar with this area, too, as she had met that agouti silver male back here— and she was determined to branch out to other areas in the Teekon Wilds. Perhaps she would even catch whiffs of the other packs that were always spoken of by the locals.

The surface had frozen over, though she knew if she set foot on the ice it would most definitely break and reveal the waves. She wasn't about to accidentally slip into the hole she would create and catch hypothermia, so she instead sat back on her haunches and enjoyed the view. Tried, at least. She was surprised at how distasteful she was at this view of winter. Snow, she liked, though she preferred not to have everything frigid and frozen over.

Including Noctisardor Bypass itself. The pack wasn't doing quite well, with Shadow and most of the members gone, and it was fair to say that she had set out to recruit. Not much had happened, though she was determined to bring back one or two potential members.

It wasn't long before she had spotted the other small she-wolf. Her pelt was a pale, frosty white, tinted lightly with cream, a color equivalent to the light snow that would promptly descend onto the ground.

Crëyr wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but she saw her wander over to the side of the lake where the ice was beginning to drift apart, revealing a flock of ducks meandering close to the shore. Ducks. The petite wolfess was surprised to see that they were still out here, though there wasn't much they could do for the harsh Winter.

The red-eyed she-wolf pounced, her jaws closing around a duck's body. Fortunately she had clamped her teeth before it could flutter away. Its companions gave a squawk and burst apart, doing whatever to get away from the pale wolfess while she wolfed her meal down, leaving the bones sitting behind.

Crëyr's mind connected to the encounter with Vector at the sight of that. It was a good three months ago, though one of her first memories of the Bypass never left her brain.

When the frosty-furred she-wolf finally looked up, her eyes an unusual shade of crimson, she proceeded to wag her tail in a friendly manner. Her mouth was surrounded with a diluted red, a rather shocking contrast against her pelt. Jovially Crëyr was up and was padding towards her, a greeting forming on her lips.

"Hi!"

The other she-wolf's plush white ears lifted up the second she spoke her greeting, turning around to face her amiably, a hello slipping from her tongue, her crimson red eyes bright. They were very unusual, exquisite and were pretty much unseen when it came to Crëyr. As if she sensed the Welsh wolfess' eyes on the surrounding uncleaned blood on her muzzle, she excused herself politely for a moment before dipping herself into the lake to wash it off.

Northern wolves, she presumed. Shadow was one and so was his half-brother, Raziel. Vector perhaps. They seemed to be immune to the icy cold. Crëyr wasn't exactly a summer wolf, as she was probably somewhere in between, having not swum in cold water for some time but having been born in a place where surviving in brutal winters were skills taken very seriously.

The femme, pelted white, introduced herself, offering the grayscale girl her name and a question to see if she needed any help. Crëyr wasn't sure what kind of help she was referring to, but it was probably covered the entire area. Help, she needed right now to build Noctisardor's numbers up and strengthen it for the winter. Also, she needed meals. Plans to fill her pack's cache were on her mind, and she would be grateful for a companion while she hunted. Help and companionship.

"I'm Crëyr. Crëyr Awyrseren. Merry meet, Scarlett." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, a light smile drifting across her lips. "Thank you for asking, for I have came out to seek for possible members and prey for the oncoming winter. Do you hail from a pack, Scarlett? You seem to distinctly smell of one, though there is no telling which. I have yet to explore the whole of Teekon Wilds." The silver-graphite girl nodded. "Impressive duck catch, by the way."

Crëyr smiled lightly. Well, Scarlett didn't exactly get the underlying question she had weaved into her previous words. She'd now confirmed that she was in a pack, and one named Duskfire Glacier. Wherever it was, it didn't seem to be too far away. Well, she wasn't a possible recruit. "Since you've just arrived, how are you finding Duskfire Glacier?" She was interested in learning about other packs, as she was endeavouring to achieve the trade of outrider.

"Thanks for the tips, Scarlett. Those were my intentions. To take down a few and drag them back home so everyone'll have a hearty little smack. Not that much, but... meh. " She thought back to the time where'd she'd met the multicolored, feisty female, Finley, and the joy she'd received in taking down a couple of annoying geese with her.

Her eyes were then on the ducks. "They're cute, but we need to eat."