She headed north in the slightest bit. She had kept herself cooped up for too long and she knew if she didn't take care of a bit of wanderlust now then it would only grow over time. The dove knew she could not make Lorcán put up with her wandering when they were supposed to have a future together. What kind of partner was she if she was absent as a well-worked scout?

A few hours of wandering on and off paths unknown led her to an interesting sight. It was a large outcrop that seemed practically unclimbable. She imagined it must have been warm from the sun that had managed to appear today and that tempted her to move closer to the wall of the stone figure. The Santoro did not intend to climb it but lean into it instead. For a minute she could pretend it was far warmer than it really was. Piety was becoming terribly impatient for true warmth to return.

She supposed that this little bit of heated stone would do for now.

It was the heavy breathing that caught her attention, followed by the somewhat dark form in the corner of her eye. Her head turned to take the heavy-breather in full view. He easily topped her size with grandness but that had never been anything to Piety. She usually surrounded herself with large creatures.

"That bad of a climb or just not used to the place?" Sure the climb hadn't been just a breeze for her but she looked nothing like the stranger. Perhaps staying here had given her an advantage and time spent in rugged terrains had been helpful as well.

She didn't bother budging from the wall of the outcrop. The dove craved the warmth that seeped from the stone into her thinning fur. Would the stranger care to join her in sunbathing or was he going to stand there looking as sour as a salmonberry?

"I'm new here. Kinda."

Piety could take that kind of answer. She was new here kinda too. Sure she had lingered on the mountain for a bit now but originally it was the forest below and before that, it was more places than she could count. Perhaps the stranger was something like herself.

Her head gave a small nod as she settled on her rear. "I don't think I've been that way." Mentioning he had seemingly come from the northeast. She had been north and even in the southeast some but overall that side was still a bit of a mystery to her. Not that she had any plans to change that. Piety was happy where she was. "Where are you coming from?" She asked with a pale brow raising, scarred face giving a bit of a warm expression. It was nice to see a new face. Especially since she couldn't remember the last time she had met a stranger.

The place he described was foreign to her. She had never come across such a lake. It sounded...interesting. "Can't say I do know it but it does sound nice." Despite the strange description of islands coming out of the water like turtles. She couldn't even begin to imagine what that meant.

"I'm Piety." The pale female said with a small wave of her tail. Introductions were far easier, they didn't require prior knowledge about places one might or might know. "I'm settled down on the lower elevations of the mountain, just to the west." Her head tipped back to point in the vast direction. It was only fair she shared that information mentioning she had made him share it.

His name was familiar too, not in a personal way but she was positive she had heard it before. Certainly not a name from the south that was riddled with Archers. Right? Which really only left her with one place to guess from.

"The Monadnock? Whitestone Monadnock." She mused out loud, wondering if that was it. There had been so many faces before things crumbled beneath them. Perhaps he had been one of those faces or maybe he was even of a neighboring northern pack. There was the chance she could have bumped into the boy scouting the lowlands.

"Either way it's nice to meet you, Mako." Her tail gave a few gentle sways behind him. The large male certainly wasn't bad company.