The last day or so had been rather plentiful and uplifting. Anastasia felt a million times more comfortable wandering around the territories closest to home without worrying about her paws wandering. Driftwood and its members made her feel quite happy and unexpectedly, the arrival of Caelean thanks to wandering southwest had made her feel quite needed. It was as though she was going back to her youthful days of looking after Lachesis when he had been going through his rather awkward phase.

Just to the northwest of the Surge, she found the very tip of Serpent's Pass which she had been told had a name like windy fjord but it was a much prettier sounding name. One that upon hearing it she knew she needed to go see it for herself. Of course, the visit was much more than she could have imagined for just as she reached a shallow end of the water's trail she could hear the wind whistle through the steep hills surrounding the fjord. Windsong, she internally corrects herself as her eyes close to listen more intently to the beautiful melody.

Mild surprise gave to light upon her face as she turned to see a red male approach. It wasn't Reid, as he was the only red wolf she knew of, but she was still happy for company even if he was but a stranger. Especially when he doled out so kind compliments and while she was heavy in the romantic field, she wasn't a woman easily swooned. It is yes, she replies easily and certainly does not mind the added pressures of having a confident young man beside her while she listened to the winds of the fjord. Nice to meet you, Casanova. I'm Anastasia, she replies, hesitant to nickname herself as Ana even though he was younger than her. Usually Ana was her go to for younger folks but she lists the whole, for she was much older than him and her birth name was something she found respect in and he should, too.

There was no reason not to extend a warm sense of friendliness back to the red stranger. Never in the Lore had she ever been given a reason to be distrusting of those that she didn't know. He seemed harmless, if not bold and confident in his own skin; that was nothing to be worried about in her eyes. Can't say that I have, and she had heard many things but this was something far more unique than she could ever imagine. There were plenty of beautiful sounds that she had come across but when nature had a way of providing its own song based on its topography, it was rather amazing.

Eye contact if only briefly as he reiterated her name back to her and complimented her and compared it to this odd melody that seemed to become the soundtrack of their first meet. Thank you, as she wasn't quite sure what else she could say without becoming flustered by his flirtatious and charming personality. The wink did not go unnoticed but she tried to brush it off, desperate to keep herself afloat and not fall prey to the weakness of charm. Even his push forward was met with a kind smile for she was comfortable with folks being close to her all the time and it was alright for him to want to be near. It was how anyone went from acquaintances to friends, right? They had to know where they were most comfortable.

However, just like her company she had begun to smell the soft waft of fresh blood wind through their odd melody. I suppose so, she chuckled for she hadn't been planning on having a meal anytime soon but when the opportunity presents itself you don't really say no, now do you? Taking one inhale she moved when he did, looking and smelling for the carcass that must be quite near.

The dove chuckled, not wanting to give the allusion that she was disinterested because she would always be done to feast, though she was more or less interested in taking it back to the pack. I'm not all that hungry, she expresses with honesty, though, taking it back to my pack is more appealing. It was unclear as to whether or not he would be alright with sharing it in that fashion because she could use the extra amount of recognition by filling the caches. Better to do that then eat when she wasn't hungry or simply leave it there to waste.

In a way, yes. I spent a few years here, in several different packs, then I got separated from my friend in the dead of winter. Took me a year to turn myself around and return, then I disappeared again and came back a few months ago. This time, she didn't plan on leaving and she was going to force herself to stay and make it. Lachesis didn't deserve to be deserted, Anastasia wanted to show him that she was still that same friend of his. That she was loyal and trustworthy, kind and sweet - that she had his back, regardless of their relationship title.

Side by side they traveled, eventually eyeing the meal and it was hard to suppress the watering in her mouth. Even if she was feeling a little hungry, Anastasia had it set that she was going to take a leg back at least. So when he offered her to go first she smiles, timid but gracious, and moves a few steps forward. Thank you, that's very kind. Anastasia hadn't met anyone in the wildwood that wasn't kind or anything less than half-nice, but it was always a genuine surprise to know how kind someone could be to a stranger. So she moves carefully and latches her teeth around one of the deer's hind legs and puts a paw down on its thigh before attempting to rip it off. She was a dainty creature by nature but there was no pretty way to tear a limb from a carcass.

At his proposition, she had to wonder if only for a few seconds. Anastasia was a wildly trusting individual that believed the best in all so it was rather easy to say oh yes, of course, that'd be very nice; however, there was also a certain voice that told her that bringing a stranger to the borders of your home ( or passed it, since the caches were inside ) was risky business. He seemed harmless, if not boldly confident in his verbs, but she had a duty to protect the pack, too. At best, she could travel with him to the Surge and call for someone to greet them at the borders so that they could assist. Sure, if that's something you don't mind doing. He had offered and yet, she felt inclined to give him an option out if he didn't want to be so generous.

The question he asked now, was one that while charming was something that she had battled with and had battled with upon her return now but had made sure to settle her concerns. I left the second time because things had changed. My best friend had, uh, found himself a love interest and that hit close to home. I hadn't really realized my feelings until I we got separated in the mountains. So, in fear I ran. Anastasia had run away from her issues rather than face them head-on, hadn't even attempted to work it all out and here she saw now making up for that. She was lucky Lachesis had taken her back at all, though he certainly was not the same timid boy.

The prey that had eventually given her its leg, lay limp and she watched if only for a moment as Casanova moved forward to take his pieces. The art of feasting was always pleasurable and she was sure to lick the blood on her muzzle tenderly, enjoying the sweet and salty taste that it offered to her even if she wasn't willing to chow down. It is almost a days travel southeast, she instructs and motions with her muzzle which direction they would need to go, so we shouldn't carry too much but also not too little. That was why she had focused on just taking a leg but perhaps he could carry another leg so that there was a little more to go on.