Once more would she be pulled from the confines of her home, safety within the hollow of the grizzly cavern, deep in the forest of cedar which consumed her scenting now, mixed with the herbs in which she worked with. As second and as a true 'gift' to the pack as formerly said, she was comfortable and happy within her home. However still did she find herself slipping from the den, if not her healing quarters. After all, the woman was still an explorer at heart, natural for a creature in the art of healing which had to travel far lengths for certain herbal treatments. Tonight she was not on such a journey for it is hunger which plagues her and brings her here, knowing this to be the largest source of water and thus, more likely for prey to stir. But it is now prey which she finds, but a wolf. He is a well sized man but not anywhere near the largest she has come across. White. Another white wolf. Normally one might be intrigued by an arctic wolf in such a land however, most of the women in her pack (all savor herself) including the two female pups were painted in such a light color. Quite frankly, where white wolves had once been a rarity, it was her darker coloration which was most unique here. She would also take notice to his wild, tangled hairs, much different then her own which were much more well kept from grooming and smelling fresh. Her royal blood had forced her to keep up with such traditions as a proper, elegant creature of the world. Although her pale gaze would watch him, she would not say a thing as she came to the water's edge not far, taking her own sip to drink.