Whitebark Stream I will still come around when the time for sleep is through

making assumptions, hmu if need to change!

The Déorwine member was not aware of the plagues that have been casted down upon the stream. They were too new to the Pack, and only arrived to the Taiga weeks ago, the notion of The Saints were not known to them, nor' the various deaths and disappearences in the particular pack. Perhaps if she knew, Célnes would've thought elsewhere, believing the High Elk may of cursed this particular group.

After all, it seemed none of them, had taken the blessed colors of her homeland.

The thought of any wars or disturbances was also far from her mind, not condering the inner dilemnia's the pack may be facing. The fire was still fresh for their family after all, and she simply wanted a temporary haven for them all. Despite the inner thinking of just a short-lived membership, she still was grateful toward the group. 

Her own family, would easily cast anyone away. They were not friendly, to outsiders.

Célnes could faintly smell Artyom lingering, however it was mixed with another all-together. She faintly remembered he referenced himself as 'one' of the Alphas, and simply tied together some thoughts. Perhaps a mate of his? Coming closer with a tranquil smile, she encounted another gray wolf near a den, holding some herbs..

Perhaps mistaken..? Was she a healer? "Hello there miss," the elken sylph greeted.