Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

The group would start their move. She made the announcement, and knew not many cared about leaving, as the land was unblessed. She seperated away from them to scout for any potential lands to temporary claim, but alas, nothing was to her liking. She preferred flatland, with forests, and definitely not on the mountain. 

Though there seemed to be another scouting out- someone who looked oddly familiar. Of course, Célnes has never met Henryk, but it was the fact he was brown-pelted, it could automatically be assumed to be somesort of Déorwine. Personally, she had not seen many typical brown-wolves in these wilds, majority being grayscale, so she could only assume it was a lost relative.

"Are you lost?" The elken woman approached with a calm, and relaxed smile.