No, she wandered merely without plan, because she could and was able to. With the pack doing well off, the burdens were split much more equally, letting everyone enjoy a break or two from time to time. She was still within the Drooping Willows along the western edges, on the crisp winter morning breeze she could smell the Lagoon off in the distance and from here the sound of trickling water tugged at her attention. With the sun finally lifted to its fullest in the sky for a bright new morning, the woman padded into the direction of the water. Here, hidden away from easy view, laid a Fern Gully. It began from a small creek branching off the Lagoon which turned into a trickling stream as the earth dipped down into the gully, creeping along through the forestry. Underneath the cloak of the willows and along the stream's edges, was a collection of brilliant green Christmas ferns and mosses which seem to glow under the few rays of sun which reach them here. It is a nice change of pace and Ravenna was amazed to see foliage still do alive and green during the winter. Smiling, she decided that this here was a perfect place to relax, offering an image of spring yet to come.

Even in the beauty of this little area, surviving even in the middle of winter, wouldn't distract Ravenna enough not to know someone was near. More importantly, that someone was Blitz. Had he been following her trail all this time or had he just so happened upon her now? Ravenna's head lifted from the ferns along the creek bed and her ears perked to his woof. Her attention moved to her left side where he approached from, slipping through the thick foliage of the ferns. He was as tall and dark as ever, the green of the foliage showing off his rare eyes. Or so, she thought them to be. She enjoyed them, as they reminded her of newly sprouted herbs and the coming of spring. Realizing she was staring a moment to long, she shook her head and turned back to the creek side with a smirk. "I've never seen anything like this before. Have you, sea-wolf?" She questioned, wondering what it was like around the ocean of his home. Torbine had an ocean too. She wondered if some day, one day, she might see one for herself.

Blitz moved ever closer, taking his time as he came near and the foliage coated in snows dusting his black fur. He took in a deep breath of the land as Ravenna had, the smells here fresh and light. The smell of all the ferns, the flowing of the little creek in the gully. She was content here where green still remained even as the majority of the land around them had died off by winter's harsh touch. It reminded her that soon spring would be upon them, the breeding season would come and followed by it...pups.

Bella Coola was the name of his previous pack and homeland and he told her that his family was set up along the coast which he had told her previously but that they also claimed a portion of the valley which lay more inland. His hom was spacious and open and she wondered now how it compared to his home in Willow Ridge. "Must be very different for you then, living in a forestry. But the Fireweed Rise is just south." She just wanted the sea faring wolf to be comfortable in his new home. Some wolves found the forestry confining and Ravenna felt the same when it came to places like the Ghastly Woods or the Thicket. The Drooping Willows to her was far less cramped and yet still held plenty of privacy and security.

"I know before you told me about you and your sisters... That you were somehow moved here." Still the idea was confusing to her. How they just somehow woke up in a different place, miles and miles from home without knowing anything that happened and why. It was a sad thought. She didn't know what break down she might have endured if such a thing happened to her and she lost Willow Ridge and everyone in it she cared about. "Have you been able to keep up with your siblings?"

Blitz would explain to her that settling in the forestry had been challenging at first but that aparently that willows land had been easier on him and better then the Cedarwood. Ravenna assumed it was because the Cedarwood Forest was far more dense, though still it did not compare to that of the Thicket of Secrets or some of the forests beyond the mountain, or so she had been told. The Drooping Willows was the least dense one she knew, with the cluttering of trees and brush providing protection and yet still plenty of room to run freely without the need to dive and dodge root after tree limb after vine. Still, some wolves that were use to the mountains or the open plains or the beach, like this man, might still find it a bit confining.

The pale grey woman listened closely then as the man at her side began speaking on how he had gotten here again, which was mostly a mystery and this time as he had not completely before, went to explaining all who had come along with them. The names he mentioned, quite a group to just happen into these lands out of no where, were no wolf which Ravenna knew, at least not by name.

His ears fell then, along with his head and he went to end the story by saying he had lost contact with them. Likely whilst he was wondering around trying to find home, they were doing the same but otherwise had been separated - again. Perhaps he was right, perhaps some of them had managed to find their way home to Bella Coola. Either way, Blitz was here now with here and at least she was happy with this. "You know, it might be a long shot but, we can always ask around. Ask the Heights wolves of the Scowle. Hell, even the Draw wolves two days to the north might know one of them. They live in the Wildwood." She spoke. If anything, trying couldn't hurt then to not. If he couldn't find his way home maybe he could at least reunite with some of his old pack again. "It's horrible to get so lost like that. To not know how to find home when that's all you really want..." She spoke, a frown taking her expression. Ravenna herself had never gotten physically lost before. Not like Adeltra, Enoki or Isolde, but Ravenna knew the emotional loss of them being gone and how horrible it could scar.

The black wolf at her side went on to agree with his idea, that when the days warmed up he would try and visit these other packs a few days out in order to look for his family. A trip meant they would be one member down for four or more days though there was also a possibility he would bring a new member home with him if he found them and they decided to stick together. That or in the very least he would find them and bring some new information from his travel back with him as a happier wolf.

Then he spoke about being lost again though somehow still finding a good point to it. He smirks and a furrowed brow of hers lifts in question is he continued after a moment's pause. He spoke that in being lost he had a chance to explore the world beyond his home along the coast and with it brought about a stronger, wiser wolf. He had not only survived it but conquered it and made the best of it. It was a very optimistic way of thinking and yet Ravenna could only imagine how shattered she would have been, how hard it would be to start over without even pieces to pick up by.

Ravenna had her fair share of 'picking up the pieces' and she had survived it, prevelled through it. "Tragedy does have a way of forcing your paw, to make you grow stronger or it will destroy you. An unavoidable part of life I know all too well..." She takes on a deep breath through her small smirk does not waver as she looks the dark wolf over. "For what it's worth, I'm glad this better version of you decided to stay with me."