She could not remember the last time she had been outside the pack territory and even though she was still within the Drooping Willows, the land seemed like a distant memory. Elettra Archer felt a certain need to get out this morning and with the sun high, providing a bit of warmth on her backside despite the bone chilling winter season, it was the perfect time to get out and around. She breaths deep, pale eyes looking over the open sky a moment to think before her paws guide her off along the shallow creek which ran along the southern edge of their territory. She followed it west, boarding along the edge of the Rise and then the Meadow, moving along towards the lagoon. She could hear a few of her members behind her, tagging along in a happy, relaxed stroll. Whether they were here to just make sure she was safe, had interest in a hunt, or simply wanted to keep together finally as a pack should, Elettra was not certain. Within this thin strip of forestry between the Marsh and the Meadow, once lived her allies within Whisper Caverns. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen Narime. Didn't even know if she was alive anymore... didn't know Nina had died ether. Perhaps soon she was due to die, Angier, too.... Her jaw clenches at the thought, though literally shakes her head to rid herself of the ill thoughts. The winter was hard enough on her already without that bullshit.

Drooping Willows had always been known as the least enclosing forest in Relic Lore, stretching from the Lagoon's water edge to the foothills of the Riddle Heights. 'At the edges of the Lagoon, a small creek turns into a trickling stream as the earth dips down into a gully, creeping along through the forestry. Underneath the cloak of the willows and along the stream's edges, grow a collection of brilliant green ferns and mosses which seem to glow under the few rays of sun which reach them here. There is a odd warmth here and quiet comfort.' Even in the dead of winter, the vegetation oddly clung to life within the gully. Here, a scurrying of creatures under the protective growth stops Elettra, her ears perking to the frantic noises. 

Black ears turned back to the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer behind her. She knew she had been followed by at least one member of her pack, though had not turned around to see who it was. With the wind coming at Elettra it had made her even less likely to know who it was following her and on her way here had made it a kind of a game on who had been her silent protector. Was it Ravenna, who had been known to follow in her mother's footsteps both figuratively and physically? Or was in @Sven, who loved his grandmother likely more then anyone else in his family other then his very own little sister? Or Enoki, her friend of many years who may have caught sight of her while going out for another one of her many accomplished hunts? Or @Renier who often guarded the borders and was hell bent on keeping the pack alive and well now that he had returned yet again?

Finally, a voice spoke up and soon the wolf was settling next to Elettra's side. The Matriarch smiles, turning her head to greet her friend with a touch of her nose at the woman's shoulder. "Its warm here, even in winter. Perhaps this is where much of our small prey survives over the winter." Elettra spoke this out, regarding the little scurrying sounds under the thick undergrowth. Within the mosses and ferns, surely their was many burrows to keep them protected and hard to catch. Rats, mice, squirrels, moles and whatever other little creatures there may be. It was far more lively in this little patch of land by the lagoon then it was elsewhere in the still, silence of the cold winter.