Whitebark Stream adamo

The pack was of grayscale wolves, and while Célnes hadn't met all, and only a few, that was the streak she had noticed. Her siblings were all brown-variety, a blessing from the High Elk himself, but the wolves by the stream, seemed to not be. She was not one to dwelve too deeply within the religion of Déorwine family holds, but she had grown up with such skeptism. There was a wariness- but at the same time, they were kind.

Too kind.

They let the trio in without another thought to be. Not to mention the disappearences the three, who wander away from the territory for scouting purposes... And obviously, for Kendrick, whome she now had found days ago. Though with her siblings be a bit absent, she couldn't share the news to them yet, and spent the few days within, simply waiting for them to return.

There, the elken woman came across the man she met a weeks days ago. With a smile to the corners of her lips, she walked toward him, "Hello Germanicus."