Silver Creek quiet night

"Holy cross?" She questioningly spoke outloud, not hearing such a name before, "I am from the Orchid," was her immediate reply to him. She was a maiden from them, while their religion had no name to speak of, they simply called themselves The Orchid. Perhaps he was an associate of them, as she remembered being young, they would communicate with other groups, be it of foxes and dogs, to other wolves, a trust between nearby groups was important. It would be exciting, if this wolf was one from nearby. Though a slight flush from the compliment, upon realizing what he had said, for she was too caught up in thinking he was from somewhere she possibly knew, "thank you," Miriam whispered ever so softly.

"Ah," she thought, "I'm afraid I am new to this area," Miriam admitted, "I do not know much of the prey around, besides the fish by the river." She said with remorse, as she felt guilty to not be able to point to the right direction. Even with the mention of fish, she thought, winter had fallen, and they would be deep within, barly avaliable to catch. She was sad to say; she knew nothing.