By all rights Kenelm didn't really need to be this far from @Nineva, least of all to come here of all places. Blackberry Fields was the place where he had given up all hope of finding Calanthe, where he had reached his breaking point and given himself up to despair. If it hadn't been for his chance encounter with @Belladonna a few days later, the ashen man wasn't at all sure he would even have had it within him to continue on - not in his search for Calanthe, not on the wandering road that had brought him to Nineva in time to save her life, not to Grizzly Hollow... Kenelm might have become bones on the ground of Relic Lore if he had not run into Bella when he had.

Coming back to Blackberry Fields only made the fact that Calanthe was gone return to the forefront of his mind, and with it came guilt. Why had he given up looking for her so easily? He had been forced to flee the fjord for fear of running into the pale stranger again, had been forced to stay away from that area until his own leg had healed enough to travel, but why hadn't he turned north again the moment he was well? (But did you flee for fear of him, or of yourself? his mind whispered to him. You had the best of him for that entire match. You could have put him to sleep very easily, and you did want to, there at the end. Red the blood of angry man, and black the dark of ages past. Maybe you haven't left either of those behind you - are you really just afraid of turning into that?)

He shook the thought away before it could start bothering him too much. That had been... a snap born of anger with the man. He had snapped the way he did because the idiot had challenged him to a pointless battle, that was all. Had things been different - had the other man backed down when he had the chance (and Kenelm had given him plenty,) it never would have happened. They had both been tired, hungry, and angry; no one could have kept their head forever under such circumstances.

Before he quite realized it, Kenelm found himself approaching a high rise in the Fields. He had seen this place before, and had even climbed it on his return to the fjord to get a better sense of where he was in relation to everything else. He thought about climbing it now, only to stop as he heard someone laughing from very close by. He looked around and spotted a dark-furred woman of medium build shaking herself out. From the shreds of glass she sent flying from her coat, he assumed she had taken something of a spill.

Not wanting to startle her, the man stepped forward a bit and called out cheerfully, “Hello, there! What are you up to, if I may ask?” This wasn't his territory, of course, but it never hurt to ask - especially in case she turned out to be far less friendly than she seemed.

Kenelm smiled as she questioned him in return and padded a few steps closer, stopping only when the blurry lines and colors of the woman began to sharpen and solidify into clear patterns. He kept his stance neutral and friendly as he moved, not wanting the other wolf to startle at his approach or mistake it for an aggressive display, and he stopped with two wolf-lengths still between them.

“I'm out on a quick walk,” he answered, settling down on his haunches as he spoke. Hopefully doing so would help her continue to feel at ease around him. “My name is Elyan,” he added, falling back on the alias he had chosen on coming into Grizzly Hollow. This was well outside pack lands, and it was good to have a second name to hide behind while dealing with outsiders - even friendly ones who weren't likely to come away from their encounter nursing a nasty grudge. “May I ask for your name? You aren't anywhere near pack lands,” he assured her quickly, “But it's always nice to know who I'm speaking to.”

He noticed her staring, but wasn't entirely bothered by it. He knew silver eyes were a sign of weaker sight - and, in his case, they were. He also knew they were just the slightest touch mismatched nowadays, not that anyone meeting him now would recognize the odd coloration as the scar that it was. If anything, he found her embarrassment at staring a little cute, in the way it was cute when a puppy had the same reaction.

In any event, she certainly seemed to be friendly, if not entirely together. That didn't bother Kenelm much - quiet the opposite, really, he enjoyed the company of wolves who didn't have time or energy for gloominess. Her simple honesty was refreshing; better that than a wolf who panicked and tried to act as though they were up to something important when they clearly weren't.