Enia liked to think that she was fitting in quite well with the Willow Ridge crowd. While no one there was related to her by blood, she still felt a semblance of family, which was something she often struggled with in The Woodlands. Unfortunately, during her time in the Ridge, Enia quickly noticed how inactive her homelands really were. At every moment of the day, there seemed to be movement somewhere in the pack lands. There was nothing that Enia could complain about. She chose to keep to herself most of the time, preferring to keep out of the way so that the rest of her pack mates, and she, could attend to her duties.

As she returned from marking the borders one day, the girl's nose twitched curiously, the scent of another nearby caused her pause. While she usually left others alone to do their thing, Enia still craved social interaction. She started in the direction that the scent was strongest, tail waving neutrally behind her. When she happened upon the tawny male, a small smile graced her lips but it soon was replaced with a concerned frown when she saw the guy. Clearly her throat, she spoke softly, "Hey...you ok?"