The pale leader knew he could not confine himself to the River territory and suffocate Naia with his presence. Of course he was worried — he was always worried — but looming over his baby momma the scout would only add unnecessary stress and tension between the two. Their friendship was what would make them successful parents come May, when the puppies were due; Lachesis did not want to do anything to jeopardize that in the meantime.  

Maneuvering through the neighbouring territories with ease, the medic stalked through the land in pursuit of budding herbs that would be making their appearance with the arrival of spring. Luckily he did not have to use much of his inventory over the winter — his two main patients had been Maksim and Naia — so he did have quite a bit of old stock left over. However, he needed to replace what had been destroyed by the frigid temperatures as well as the plants that avoided winter completely. The last time he had been in this part of the Expanse snow had covered the majority of the territory, making it near impossible to locate any useful herbs. Now that the snow had almost left the land of Relic Lore, Lachesis could begin his collection expeditions.

He cut through the land with ease, long limbs carrying his slender body quickly over the terrain. Brambles and twigs lunged at his pelt as he pushed through the foliage, his movements slow as he took the time to observe his surroundings. The scent of another did not go unnoticed; it belonged to someone who was relatively new to the lands, as the wildness of Relic Lore had not fully blended into its pelt.

It was not until he caught sight of the russet loner that Lachesis realized he had been following her trail. A frown cut across his maw briefly as he gave a small woof to catch the girl’s attention, his brows furrowed. “You alright?” He asked curiously, hoping that he was not disturbing the loner. 

Her initial reaction caused a frown to unfold across his maw as he studied her, brows pressed together. Clearly his presence alone had disturbed the crimson loner and he entertained the idea of turning around. However, he could not judge the female on her initial response; perhaps he had caught her off guard and that was the reason for her snarky retort. His tail flicked in irritation as he stood tall, his maw angled slightly upward as he studied the green-eyed stranger.

Wild was an accurate description for the wolf before him. The brambles clinging to her pelt it gave her a disheveled appearance and intrigued him, but he remained quiet as she spoke once more, commenting on the prey that escaped from her. “There’s plenty of prey to catch around here,” he commented with a soft roll of his shoulders to show his indifference. He felt partially responsible for the disappearance of her meal but there would be more rodents or deer to chase after their encounter… Spring did not only bring puppies to Relic Lore, but an abundance of prey as well.

“Lachesis,” he introduced after Moira had given her name, his pale gaze fixated on the russet girl. “Been here long?” He asked in an attempt to continue the conversation and to get to know the loner a little better. It was up to her if she would take a bite at the bait.

He studied her through narrowed brows, his curiosity at an all time high with her distracted behaviour. As he watched her scratch at the flies buzzing around he couldn’t help but wonder if she was uninterested in the conversation and if, perhaps, he should leave her to her hunting. A frown unfolded across his maw as she spoke, asking him what he was doing here. His tongue clucked against the roof of his mouth as he debated on how to answer the green-eyed girl. XIX was unsure of how he felt about the peculiar wolf, but he could not make a decision based on such few words exchanged between the two.

“Looking for plants, patrolling — nothing exciting.” His words were paired with a soft roll of his shoulders. The scent of the Crest wolves was growing faint and the pale leader was curious as to what happened to their neighbours. Naia, of course, would be itching to find out, but soon she would not be able to travel long distances. For now it was up to Lachesis to do some scout-work and dig for information. However, it seemed that the wolf before him would not be useful in that department: she was far too new to the Lore to know anything about the wolves west of the palisade.