Golden Glade a wolf with no history is like a tree with no roots

Someone come meet her!

The water made it easier. It was something about the rhythm it followed and the way that it flowed which comforted the woman. As she sat alone, allowing the amplified whispers of the stream flow through her ears, she thought it to be a fine time to try remembering. Normally, when she was further into the woods, thinking about what happened before she woke up gave her such a pounding headache that she had decided to relinquish whatever past she was sure she had to lost memory.

Feyre was incredibely new to Golden Glade, and explored carefully. She followed along a babbling brook as she went, as not to get lost in the new territory. As she padded through the brush, she spotted a pure white wolf a few paces away. The fae was just sitting there, in the near middle of the woods. 

Feyre pause, chuffing lightly before speaking, "Hello! I'm quite new to the pack, but you must already know that." Her sweet words were followed by a melodous laugh.

Another woman approached and made her presence known with a chuff and a greeting. With a turn of her head, No Name lowered her ears and sucked in a sharp breath. Please, quiet down. Then, she turned back to the ivory femme and waited to see what she would have to say. She spoke of being new and of how obvious it must have been, though they were in an equal playing field of seniority, albeit with a day or so in between. Of course, one wouldn't know that anymore than the other, but it still made for good note in a first impression.

Her sudden shock at the other woman's words, and the slight glimmer of pain that seemed to flash through the woman's eyes halted Feyre.

She nodded briskly at the woman, trying to express that she understood. Looking about the landscaping, the glimmering water edging closer to her paws winked up at her. She wanted to know more about her new packmate, but instead settled for something closer to companionship. Laying down upon the soft ground near the water and breathing in the sweet scent of the brook calmed her. 

She glanced back up at the other fae to see her reaction to Feyre, to see if she understood that Feyre meant her no harm.