The cream and grey leader tread quietly under the shroud of night, her ears tuned to the soft sounds of the forest. Needled branches whispered overhead, and somewhere a great horned owl hooted plaintively. Nothing seemed out of place as Oula completed her circuit of the borders, but she wasn't quite ready to settle down for the night. A restless tinge still flowed through the hot blood of her veins, nerves still high from the season. There was still some time before she would be able to tell whether her rendezvous with Veho had worked as planned, and the uncertainty of it had her on edge.

Oula found her mind wandering, back to her home, and to her late friend and mentor, Rorik. She couldn't help but wonder what he would have thought of all that had happened, the turn her life had taken. His death had gone avenged, and she had all but deserted their regiment... With the wandering of her mind, her paws followed suit. Trickling water met her ears as she made her way to the rocky stream where she seen him once before that fall, an ephemeral glimpse through the veil.

Her skin bristled as she followed the ice-choked brook, sage eyes peering hungrily through the dark in hopes she would be lucky enough to catch another glimpse. Nothing showed itself to her, and Oula knew she would likely have to rely on the Veho's expertise in these matters to have more than a chance at seeing, let alone speaking to her comrade.

Huffing in defeat, Oula rounded away from the stream only to catch the scent of one of her packmates on the breeze. Wondering what someone else would be doing out at such an hour she followed the whisp of scent. She came upon the smaller female laying in the snow alongside a frozen pond. "A bit late to be out, isn't it?" She neutrally remarked. After all, she was out here too.

Quite suddenly the resting figure before her scurried to her paws, for a moment looking as if Oula had come to eat her. Oula kept still, creamy paws firmly rooted to the snowy earth, not wanting to add motion to the mix and cause further alarm to her subordinate. Oula watched as the flicker of fear made a brief appearance across Amaryllis's features, her tail remaining at ease as the other female drew down in submission.

Oula shook her head slightly as the Amaryllis apologized,the leader's short tail giving a congenial swish. "It is I who should be apologizing, I hadn't intended to frighten you." She watched as the smaller wolf came to a stand, submission still evident in her posture. Her small brown ears flicked as Amaryllis mentioned needing to clear her thoughts, wondering what it was that could be plaguing the newest member. Not that it was particularly surprising, often by circumstance, lone wolves carried their own ghosts, but she hoped that it was nothing within the boundaries of their home that was troubling her so.

"I suppose you could say I seek the same." Oula admitted with a self-conscious tightness at the edges of her lips. "Have you been settling in with the pack alright? If there's anything I can help you with, I hope you would let me know." Oula firmly offered, feeling rather protective of her packmates as of late.

Oula nodded as the woman explained her plans. She liked it when others had the motivation to make more of themselves. Veho was an experienced medic, and Oula was sure he would be an excellent teacher. It would be good for the pack to have another healer to depend on when Veho was occupied with the tasks of leadership.

Ah yes, introductions. Oula searched the smaller female's grey features, finding the thin marks of bare skin that doubtless held a story behind them. It wouldn't be hard to commit the face to the name.

"I'm Oula Whitebark, leading beside Veho." She said, a proud fluff of her snowy white chest. "As well, you may call me Lyonesse in the company of those outside the pack." She said with a slight smirk. The aspect of codenames was one that was still slightly amusing more than anything else. How long had she thought Veho's name was actually Merlin! Sometimes the name still threatened to slip off the tongue, for how long she had been mistaken.

"Well, I'll leave you to your evening musings, then." Oula said, her shoulder shifting slightly as she began to turn, hesitating if the female had any last remarks before she would return to the den.