Only once the spider faced man opted to give her space did Enoki dare vigorously shake her pelt free of any stray flurries that clung to the tips of her fur and cast her gaze toward the heart of the territory. Dark ears pivoted forward in response to the man beside her rising a summons for this Wraith fellow into the chilled air, but not after catching Craw from the corner of her eye inspecting the splashes of contrasting colors that adorned her frame. A portion of her wanted to make a snide and rhetorical question asking if he suddenly found her pelt to be special now, but a coral tongue pressed firmly to the roof of her mouth to prevent such becoming reality. The original tension between them was starting to fade and there were more important things than to throw pointless verbal jabs.

An ebony ear closest to Craw rotated in his direction as the man's raspy voice filled the gap between them. His words seemed to hold a lighter, conversational tone, asking casually if she had lived among the Archer bloodline long. It was harmless small talk at a surface glance and the magpie resembling woman gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "I'd suppose you could say that. Almost two years give or take a brief vacation." Nightmare was more like it recalling the events of spring when she departed to cure her itching pads. Eventually she had found her way back to the willows as promised, but the Enoki they knew was not entirely accounted for once she did. A part of her was forever lost in the land beyond their home.

Anyways.. If he insisted on the small talk while the duo waited it couldn't hurt to ask her own curious questions to learn more about her fellow packmate. "What made you want to join Willow Ridge?" It was in a sense a harmless question, but one that could clear some of the fog surrounding this stranger, allowing a small peek into just who Craw was. A swarthy brow quirked curiously, smoldering amber gaze focusing on the intricately woven scars that adorned his pale face before meeting those bright yellow eyes.

As @Craw suspected it was true that the piebald woman's loyalty lay heaviest with the former matriarch of the pack, the dark queen herself having been the wolf to recruit Enoki in the first place upon that fateful meeting in Fireweed Rise. At the time she wasn't keen on settling down so quickly, but the two toned woman liked to chalk it up to fate that she managed to make a home for herself under the umbrella shaped canopy. Regardless of the unknown chaos looming in the future, though, this place would always be her second home. Her birth place always holding an everlasting place within her heart.

Ebony painted ear flicked idly as the pale man began to answer her question, attentive gaze watching him recline into a seated position while the duo waited for the arrival of Wraith. An answering howl on the air informing them that he was indeed on his way. His answer was nothing out of the ordinary, a typical mindset of survival fueling his desire to seek a place among their matured ranks. Simple enough. Enoki gave a small nod of her head in response, the corner of her lips even tugging back slightly to form a genuine smile before it was momentarily cast aside to allow a small purse of her lips to be present upon hearing his next question. Official hunter was not a role she official earned, but it was something she had ambition to pursue such a role granted her accumulated experience in the field both in and outside the pack. Not to brag, but a vast majority of the items buried neatly into random cache locations were of her doing if not Adele, another well skilled hunter. Allowing the small smile to reappear, a swarthy skull gave a small shake. "No. I would like to work my way towards earning that title, though. Hunting is where my true passion lies." One day she would be dubbed the official hunter if old age didn't rob her one joy in life beforehand.

Another curiosity bubbled at the back of her throat, jaws parted partially in preparation to bring it to light until the sound of soft crunching snow beneath approaching footsteps drew her attention to a nearing smudge against the ivory backdrop. Narrowing bright amber eyes to better focus on the advancing figure, an ivory dipped banner wove kindly at half-staff while a smile came much more readily to her dark countenance in the presence of @Wraith than it had with Craw. "Pleasure." Enoki greeted in a smooth tone, offering a dip of her head in further greeting after the brief introduction. "Pronghorn are quick, but not as agile as mountain goats, nor very good jumpers. If we can manage to trap one it'll make bringing it down easier." Back home, the Calarosa Mountain Range down south, pronghorn reigned supreme along the higher elevations and made for some good eats whenever the pack managed to make a kill. One of those should easily make up for the loss stolen today.

No argument arose from either men present to counter her general plan to go about securing their quarry in question, dark skull nodding partially in satisfaction and partially in knowing leadership now befell her ivory clad shoulders. Well that was easy enough and truth be told Enoki had almost expected Craw to tack on a comment or something, but no words left his sealed lips except in regards to the question Wraith posed. One that actually only he could properly answer considering the pale wolf had not relayed such information to the two-toned maiden upon their initial greeting. A rounded ear swiveled atop her head toward the scarred brute, lips beginning to lift in the form of a silent snarl once he admitted the blame was to be placed upon their canine cousins. Banner giving a small flick in agitation at her rear despite the added words they would be less likely to try such an act again. Annoying those mangy beast were.

Catching the shifted gaze from Craw, wrinkled lips gradually smoothed back to a neutral expression before offering a smile of her own. Skull nodding to both in turn before tossing her head toward the general direction of the mountain. "Shall we boys?" Without further prompting ebony limbs pushed off against the ground in an easy lope, slender frame weaving itself in a zig-zag like pattern once the distance between them and their intended prey's domain closed. A scent trail greeting her flared nostrils once the terrain began to transform from flatland to more jagged inclines. Barren willow trees serving as nothing more than a scenic backdrop now.