The last few days had been horribly stressful for the new mother Willow Ridge. Already she had been in a bad mood from the conversation she had with her brother at the borders of her pack territory and now this morning the death of her uncle only made things far worse for ware. After the burial of Nicolo, Ravenna decided it was as good of time as any to take a moment to herself in order to come to terms with what had happened. Going out west to the Hush Meadow seemed like a good choice because here she could also dig for herbs specifically ones to tend to stress as she didn't know what all this stress in the past few days would cause on her unborn pups. Even though she had never had pups of her own before she knew now that it would be them who would always come first above herself and above every other within the ranks.

As she strolled along through the growing grasses of the meadow after winter's passing, her nose was at work and her expression obviously of determination and purpose. The silver woman was not exactly in the mood for a family visit today and so remained low in order to avoid any of the many kin she may run into from the Scowle just beyond. Ravenna knew lavender grew here and now that it was spring she was hoping to find some for stress and anxiety. The first thing she ran into was a cluster of yarrow, their white blooms standing out in the past green grass. She began to pluck them, knowing that these plants would do good for her and some other members of the pack in order to help with their sleep for the night after what had happened in their ranks. It would also help with the nausea her or the other expecting mother would have during their pregnancy.

She was silent and content here doing her work and she was not disturbed until the voice of a young female caught her attention. She stopped her plucking and lifted her head, grey ears perked in the direction of the words. This could be bad, the other wolf had said and if course Ravenna thought she meant her. Silver eyes scanned the meadow, locking on the tawny youth and yet, said nothing.

'KYAHHH!' Came the noise from the youth, placing herself into a sudden defensive stance out of fear. Ravenna, well, stared and after a moment found herself blinking hard with an obvious look of confusion written over her face. One yarrow stem still in her mouth, her jaw drops at the youth's words which rushed to quickly from her mouth Ravenna had to take a moment to try and figure out just exactly what she had said in the first place. Yarrow stem having fell to the ground, Ravenna stammers. "Uh.... What now?" What was her problem? Obviously the other pup was scared but to think that she reacted as such by Ravenna was a mystery to her.

Then it took Ravenna a few more moments to guess that she, such a young girl out here in the open on her own and running into a stranger might be a scary situation. Perhaps she was lost? Then everything the little girl had said began to click. She was Emmaline Archer of the south and came with no ill intent. Well, that was all fine and dandy to Ravenna. Of course by what the girl said Ravenna did not think that she had only recently come to the Lore and that she was born in Torbine. Saying she was from the South only made Ravenna think that she had to be one of Morganna's children she had yet to meet. But wait, Emmaline wasn't the name of one of Morganna's daughters... "Well I suppose it's good to meet you then, Emmaline. I guess you could say you ran into a good place to be, if it's family your looking for?" She didn't look much like an Archer without the pale colored eyes or dark fur, though there were still a rare few that held the agouti coloring, like Castiel, for example, a brother she had been told of but had yet to meet personally. "The south of Relic Lore is crawling with Archers." Of course however, she might already know that, depending on who she was kin to, that is.

Ravenna sniffed, letting the young woman's scent tell her that she did not smell like the Scowle wolves the way Macha had. Ravenna knew she was not one of Skoll's kids, having met the ones in the lands already and seeing as none of her sister's daughters were named 'Emmaline', where did this pup come from, exactly? Ravenna decided to hold her tongue for the time being before blurting out a million questions like 'Who were her parents', 'Where did she come from' and 'How did she get here'. "Name's Ravenna Archer-Lyall." So she decided with a simple introduction to start.

The young timbered female apologized for her oddity, saying she just didn't know who to trust yet. Ravenna couldn't really blame the girl, being off on her own as a youth. She could have only imagined how Adeltra had done on her own when she had gotten lost from home. However, Adeltra had grown to become a rather social female, very good with meets and greets which helped with her role of taking on being a scout when it came to either delivering messages or meeting visitors near the border.

Finally then the other female decided it would be okay to say where she was from. Torbine. Ravenna had thought that perhaps that was the case though had not wanted to assume. It would have been correct in her doing so though it seemed. "My mother and uncle are from Torbine... Though I have never personally been there myself." She admitted to the youth who then said that she had come to this place because she had been trying to find her brother, Icarus. "Can't say I have heard of him. She spoke then, a small laugh escaping her and a shrug of her shoulders then. "Sorry I'm not much help. My sister however, Morganna... She has been to Torbine before. Maybe she would know of him? Though if your avoiding family from Torbine that's going to be a risk your gonna have to take." It was of course up to the girl what she did, but it would be hard to avoid the majority of her family and try to speak to ones that might know about her brother at the same time.