Morganna had taken her time coming back from the Tundra. The weather, she suspected, would improve the further south she travelled but contrary to her hopeful opinion it had followed her, every damn step of the way. Never thick enough to blanket the ground but enough to add an icy chill to the air and get in her ears and eyes and nose. It had left her in a rather foul mood as she considered just whether or not her children would make it over the mountain before the journey became to treacherous.

She had intended to go to the lagoon, but just like her last journey south she found herself standing in the Grove instead, as if the willows themselves were magnetically pulling her towards them. She snorted with a shake of her head. This wasn't the time to be getting sentimental, she was just waiting for her children to arrive, and it would help to test them to make sure her trails were thick and numerous, so see if they would be foolish enough to be drawn in the wrong direction.

A simple hello was enough to tell Morganna the wolf meant no harm (not that she was worried if they did). It was difficult to see through the thick trees and failing light, and it didn't seem the wind was on her side so pale eyes narrowed falling on a spot that was darker than the rest and she chuffed a greeting while manoeuvring so she would be easier to see through the vegetation. "Ther'y'ar." she called, sounding rather piratey for a wolf, lazy smirk crossing her face as she weighed up the younger wolf. No threat, so she moved closer with a wave of her tail. "Wish th' snow would piss off back up'ter th' north already, I'm not ready ter be this cold jus' yet."

At a guess she'd think the girl was of an age with Odin and Kara, and this would be their first winter without her too, though Kara would find all the shelter and support she needed in Torbine and Odin would be able to lean upon the Monadnock wolves. The quirk of the girl's lips showed a determination that Morganna could appreciate, "Most loners find a pack ter crash in fer th' winter, or at least team up with some others. Yer gonna go th' whole season alone?" She was testing the waters, putting out subtle feelers. She might be able to offer her some support, but she didn't want to take away from the young girl's (supposedly) new found independence. She would have to manoeuvre carefully.

She tucked the name away for future reference, "I'm Morganna Archer, I was born around 'ere so I probably know it better'n some." There was a half smile on her face as she continued, "I'll be hangin' out around th' lagoon west o' 'ere wi' some friends if yer get stuck or jus' want an ear." It was then that the wind carried to them the scent of something tasty, laced with the almost ever present undertones of feline. "Til then though, looks like dinner might'o jus' fallen inter our laps..." She began to track the scent, simply expecting the loner to join her. she had said our after all.