While the snow was beneficial to Emrys for hunting he didn't like the winter for the simple fact the plants were gone for the most part. During the spring and summer he would spend a large majority of his time collecting different herbs and plants. Hunting was going poorly so he was traveling further in search of prey and having no luck, he felt badly that he wasn't bringing anything home for the pack. He hoped that it wouldn't look poorly on his part considering he felt it was important for him to bring food home.

Returning after being outside of pack territory on a hunt that had taken him a couple of hours he crossed the borders to begin his patrol. If he couldn't bring home anything to add to the cache he could at least help by protecting them. He had also noticed a new scent, a very distinct scent, around the territory but had yet to run into the wolf it belonged to. Again he had come across her scent and thought it might be best to introduce himself so he put his patrol on hold and followed the scent until he came to the end where he could see the female whose markings were just as distinct as her scent.

While watching the newcomer to their pack Emrys saw the hare, the first one he'd seen in awhile, and he saw her trying to catch it. Not wanting to ruin her chances of bringing home something for the pack he stayed back and waited to see what happened. The chase was over in a few minutes or shorter and the result was a very relieved hare. Unfortunately since he was too far away Emrys knew there wasn't a chance that he would catch it, perhaps another day. It was good to see that there was at least one in the area as he was starting to worry about the amount of prey available to the pack.

Knowing how he would feel after such a dramatic failed hunting attempt Emrys debated sticking around. He thought she might want a moment or two to collect herself before talking with anyone, he knew he would.

Slipping away quietly to give her those few minutes didn't seem to be possible because she had noticed that he was there. A soft chuff and offering of her name was what greeted him as she faced him. He returned her chuff, “Emrys Myrddin,” he offered, “It's nice to meet you. Sorry that your hunt didn't go so well,” he added thinking it might help some if she was feeling bad about the fact she'd lost the hair. “I hope things are going well for you in White Fir Notch?”

Well, he had been curious about her intentions for the hare once she'd caught it seeing as she was new to the pack. That was cleared up and she seemed to be telling the truth and it seemed she had knowledge of plants and herbs as he did, interesting. He had already spoken to Sylva about working together for the sake of the pack, would he have to talk with Witchhazel as well. Of course he didn't know the extent of her knowledge so therefore couldn't trust it until he saw her in action. “That can be very upsetting but you can't have a good hunting day everyday, I'm sure there will be more. I don't know about not being able to show off your knowledge, just because most the plants and herbs are gone doesn't mean there aren't other ways.”

He considered her for a moment, he wouldn't be discouraging to her despite wondering why Gent would bring another healer into the pack when there were already two. Maybe he was feeling a little of what Sylva might have been feeling when he'd arrived, he wouldn't ever admit to it though. Instead he did his duty to remain pleasant with the woman. He did so by checking on how things were going for her. A smile crossed his maw, “I'm glad to hear it. White For Notch is a good pack, I've enjoyed my time here so far. What happened with your last pack?” He knew he was being prying and he was usually a little less blunt but he felt she'd opened herself to the question.

Considering the woman in front of him with her oddly colored coat and the strange scent though now mingled with the scents of the pack he wondered. Did she have beliefs such as Sylva or if she had a different view of the healing arts such as his. Perhaps she had a totally different view and the three views could be more beneficial to the pack. Emrys however could also see where this might cause problems and that worried him, more for the pack than anything else. He felt it best to give her the opportunity to show what she could do and then see how she might fit into the healing section he supposed it could be called of the pack. As for her hunting he felt she could try again later if she came across something but having been trying to catch something for days and being unsuccessful he knew how hard it was. Going out searching multiple times a day helped him to feel that he was really trying even if he didn't bring anything home or find anything to bring home. As she spoke about what she would like to do he took in her words and nodded, “That sounds like a good plan and hopefully you will get your opportunity. I do however like the idea of a garden, do you have any ideas for that aside from just collecting and planting.”

Her idea of having a garden was one that Emrys could definitely learn to love especially if she planned to gather some of the harder to get plants they might need. He felt this was an idea that Gent would like as well because having three healers in the pack meant the healing arts was something important to the alpha. That was unless it meant a bad thing. Emrys didn't think it did and it wasn't something he really wanted to dwell on either. As long as he did his best for the pack he felt he didn't have anything to worry about as she shouldn't either. The white healer was rather curious about her backstory more so where she had come from, that might explain that scent she carried on her. As it turned out she wasn't shy about sharing it either. “These things do happen but traveling the world while risky is a good way to learn especially for those of us who are always trying to learn something new everyday. We're your travels fruitful.”

While he hadn't grown up in a pack he did understand that they did sometimes split up if there weren't enough of them but like her he had chosen to travel after his mother's death. He had also learned a lot on his journeys and was now thankful for that knowledge because it had helped him many times over. He supposed that it was just something about the Lore that had caused him to want to stay.