Enia had never known of the Burial Grounds, never really needed to. Since she joined no one in the pack had passed and there had been no need to honor the dead. No one she knew within the pack lay buried there and she felt no need to pay such respects. The Athesila woman should have expected that the Ridge would have a burial ground for their deceased, as the Woodlands did. When her Grandmother, Nina, and father died they had both been buried, along other pack members that had passed during her short time in her birthplace. Often, the dark woman would walk through the burial grounds of the Ridge, unknowing that she was walking amoungst some of the most influential, powerful wolves of the Ridge, and perhaps even the Lore itself. She had never stopped to consider the slightly raised dirt areas, that had already settled. It just seemed like another part of the land to the young woman.

As she was returning from the borders, a hare that had foolishly run into the territory clamped firmly in her jaws, a soft voice gave her pause. It sounded so sad. Burying her catch for later, Enia headed towards where the voice originated from, light brown eyes settling upon an agouti woman. Enia might have seen her once or twice in passing but had never really spoken to her. She was just all of a sudden here and seemed to be welcomed quite warmly - not that Enia would have treated her any differently. Ears folded back on her head as the woman's words came back to her. Looking upon the scene, it did not seem as though she were talking to anyone and the way her body was positioned. Would it be so bad to maybe provide the woman some comfort? That was what her mother and siblings liked when someone they cared about passed on.

Hesitant, as she did not know this woman, the dark female suborinate approached. When she spoke, her voice was soft, breaking the unsettling silence, "I'm very sorry for your loss." She remained silent again, not going as far to touch the other woman, but standing shoulder to shoulder with her. Light brown eyes surveyed the burial grounds once more before turning to look back at the older woman, "What is this place?"

The dark woman dipped her head in acknowledgement to the older woman's thanks. Despite the beauty that these lands held, just as the rest of the pack lands, there was a certain aura that clung to it. Enia never seemed to understand it, until the woman beside her clarified. Burial grounds. It would make sense that Willow Ridge would have one, just as Secret Woodlands had. The young Athesila blushed darkly at the thought that she had quite literally trampled over these lands many times, unaware that it was the area of those that had fallen. Had she known before, she would have paid her respects and been more careful when walking through this part of the Willows.

Dark ears folded back on her head, in sadness and guilt. When she spoke, Enia's voice was soft, "That's so sad..." Light brown eyes were trained on the makeshift graves. Enia did not know much about Willow Ridge, both how it was then and now. Sad brown eyes peered back at the woman next to her, "I'm Enia. Enia Athesila."

There was a lot that could be said of another who could still smile and still speak of pleasant things. While Enia's heart had been broken after her father's death, it had been something she'd been expecting for some time. Death was also something that the young girl was familiar with, so grieving and moving forward came with no new challenges. All Enia could do in response was offer her own smile, dipping her head in respect to the older woman. Enoki had obviously lived here for a long time and there was plenty of history that came with that. "Has Willow Ridge been along for a long time?" Enia knew that her grandmother, Nina, had formed the alliance with Willow Ridge long ago, but just how long ago that was, the Athesila was unsure.