From the Woodlands she had travelled north for a day, stopping under an evergreen that stung her nose. The ground made her skin itch and she wanted nothing more than to get back to the soft earth of her home. Adventure was always exciting at first, but like any family car trip, the young woman had finally reached the point where the same songs on repeat were more than she could bare.

She stood up and shook her fur, groaning at the hills that lay before her. Perhaps if she hadn’t already been travelling for a week she would be able to attack them with a bit more enthusiasm, but it was at this point she decided if she didn’t find @“Enoki”’s pack by noon then she would turn around and head home. She was tired, she smelled like a loner and she wanted something decent to eat. Something she didn’t have to fight jackals and foxes and buzzards to keep, but most of all she missed @“Skoll" and @“Sven”.

Head down and shoulders hunched she tried to tackle the next hill, scowl plastered on her face as she trudged forward. “Better be worth it Morganna.” she muttered under her breath with a huff. Perhaps she’d be better off just turning around right now?

As if her thoughts alone were enough to encourage the fates to convince her otherwise, a voice came to her and she looked over her shoulder with a sheepish smile. “No idea. Just a general direction.” she admitted readily. The man had stepped forward to cover a familiar sight, one that made her poor paw throb with the memory of just how savage the little things could be. She was grateful for the distraction and the chance to rest her aching paws. “A pack mate o’ mine said said she’d met th’ leader o’ a pack up this way. We’re hardly neighbours but I thought while I was out gatherin’ herbs fer winter I’d poke around an’ see who I bumped inter.” She had folded her stance down so she resembled any other young adult, curious and eager to take the world head on, but harmless enough - especially to one so large.

Her tail had settled into an amiable wave and she realised she hadn’t yet introduced herself. ”Morganna Archer, Willow Ridge.” she added quickly, filling the silence with another smile. She wondered if this one would introduce himself also, or if he would choose to withhold his name like the wolf in the woods (who with any luck would be arriving at the borders of Willow Ridge about now himself).

The shake of her head was a small one, "Yer thinkin' o- the Woodlands we're further south an' east, near the fireweed an' the mountain, just south o- the Grove." which only further went to illustrate just how far afield she was. "But I stopped by there on my way, I need ter stop by on my way home again an' see if they have an answer fer mother. I haven't been up this way before an' thought I'd have a look. Never know when I might get th' chance again." especially with winter on the way.

As the terrain had changed so had the plants she had encountered. Surely her mother would know the uses for some of them but Morganna was flying blind. "It's amazin' how the land changes as yer travel." she remarked casually. "Everything seems so similar but its different." For a wolf with no intention of leaving her pack she certainly had an adventurous spirit. Scouting allowed her to scratch her itchy paws but would it always be enough?