After the morning she had, she needed to get away. Far away from the Rye Fields for a little while. The internal itching and burning beneath her skin had her seeking cool waters or anything that could temporary soothe her heat. Suddenly irritable with any females below her, Ade did not feel like herself. Grouchiness replaced her normal sunshine like behavior, unless she was feeling good at the moment and that only tended to be when she was around any Rye males. However, her lawful mind urged her to seek shelter away from the desires that plagued her mind and get out to breathe.

Loitering through the lowlands, she repeatedly rolled through the snow banks and rubbed upon any strong scents to mask the terrible stench that was upon her fur. She couldn't stand it anymore. Traveling through the tree cover, her mismatched eyes observed the jagged terrain around her as her tawny body drew closer to the sound of running water. Just what she needed, a cool drink of water to soothe that burn beneath her skin. To cool her mind and set her straight. Humming softly to herself, the chilling air was making her feel more like herself, cheerful and friendly. As her bicolored eyes marveled at the sight of the river cutting through the way it did and how many trees were tumbled over, her nostrils realized she was not alone.

She was quickly able to find the stranger that happened upon the river just before her. Picking her way as well across a few fallen logs, she too reached the water plenty lengths away from the other. Adelayde began to quench her thirst in silence, her tail swaying at her hocks as she waited to see if the other had even noticed her arrival.

The Snow woman was content to quench her thirst in peace and allow the other to leave without a word between them. That was until the breeze blew the scent of him over to her ebony nostrils. A soft crinkle of her muzzle could be seen as the scent of the Whitestone wolves and their gruesome leader invaded her nose. Though the gesture was halfhearted as she remembered the talk of their female alpha warning them about a loose wolf that may be intent on hurting others. It had been a respectable gesture, though the scars upon her muzzle reminded her the Whitestone wolves weren't always that generous.

However, she remained neutral as she was reminded to by her alphas if she was ever in the presence of one of their northern neighbors. A tawny ear swiveled in his direction as he began to step carefully closer to her, however, she continued to drink only allowing her mismatched eyes to glance over at him. Licking the loose droplets off her chin, she lifted her muzzle further off the water's surface as her eyes stayed trained on the other. His frame smaller than hers, though most were. Earthy tones, slender limbs, and a pleasing face, her body decided to turn to face him as he continued to move in closer. The agouti male called out to her, his posture also neutral.

He was surely polite, unlike his other packmates and leader she had the pleasure of meeting. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, she returned a polite smile. "No, you certainly have not. I'm Adelayde, second of Wild Rye Fields." Polite and straightforward, perhaps this encounter won't go as disastrous as the last one had. This male already seemed a complete opposite of his leader or maybe he was setting her up. Glancing around to make sure they were alone and there wasn't a pack mate of his lurking in the shadows, watching over them. Turning her mismatched eyes back to his sharp golden ones, "And may I know who you are?" Her singsong voice purred back as her tail swayed gently at her hocks.