Unsure what was bothering the Vuesain male this particular morning, he decided to take a breather up the mountain to clear his thoughts and let off some built up stress. His shoulders were tense as he traversed the rocky terrain that he knew all too well, the distraction wasn’t elevating the countless thoughts that rampaged through his head. So instead, the dark tawny male took a less traveled path towards the dark wood that grew along the mountain base. Perhaps something new would do the trick.

The river was close enough for him to hear the water rush downstream towards him even in the depths of winter. As he was approaching the rivers edge, his mismatched gaze glanced up to catch a sight he wasn’t expecting. He spotted another crossing the dangerous river using jagged rocks as her stepping stones. Eyes wide as he took in the scene, though she seemed to be handling it well enough as one could. He certainly wouldn’t of had the courage to try to accomplish the feat, he certainly knew the dangers of water having grown up next to it. For now, he kept his mouth shut as he didn’t want to be the reason for her falling in. He certainly didn’t feel like getting wet today...

Mismatched gaze watched as the woman calculated every movement and step she took as she crossed the raging river. Instead of casting herself into the rushing rapids already, the alabaster female was demonstrating impressive skill against the icy adversary. Aleister was sure he would of already made a fool of himself and landed himself in the icy depths of the water beneath her claws. The Vuesain was pleased to see her paws grab purchase of the next available step stone, meaning he would not have to play hero and fetch her from the rapids just yet.

Light honey eyes focused upon him, her gaze piercing and demanding as her chin lifted to the sky before throwing her question upon him. Despite her size, she easily made others feel smaller than they were. Her fiery personality was evident even if neither her coat or gaze depicted such things. That was pretty impressive. He answered with a tilt of his muzzle behind her signaling what he was referring to. Aleister doubted many wolves could still be keeping their coat dry. Certainly wouldn't have been the case for him.

The simple statement brought forth a toothy grin from the woman, a smirk lifting his ebony lips in turn before she casually accepted it. Again with ease and grace she was able to further her way across the river using the jagged mountain rock. Truly impressive in the dead of winter. The other seasons didn’t hold as much danger overhead, plus hypothermia wouldn’t be a worry either. But winter held many more ways to die, more miserable ones as well. She had some balls to say the least.

Honey eyes didn’t directly look to him while she continued her rapier way across the river, though he could sense the small amount she allowed him to see. Her cream head was turned away from him, but her intense gaze was hard to miss. She was scrutinizing him, looking him over seeing what she could find out about him before she arrived to the riverbank. Throwing him another question, the Vuesain decided to settled upon his haunches as he waited for her journey across the river to be complete. I do actually, over on the mountain, he replied, his mismatched gaze watching her carefully. She didn’t seem much younger than him, her body filled out with mature curves and stature. What about you?

Apparently she wasn't from around here, so it seemed he was meeting yet a new wolf that happened upon the Lore. Lately it seemed he was meeting many wolves that were once here and were now just returning to the now abandoned Lore. All of them didn't expect it to be so desolate. His gaze watched her as she once again made it further across the rock bridge, though this time she wasn't as graceful as she had been with the previous landings. However, she was quick to recover to the point where she changed to subject of their conversation almost in the hopes he didn't notice her slip up. The Vuesain was silent, keeping his amusement to himself.

She asked about an Ash followed by a description which matched a particular Eastfall male that resided within the Cove. I know a Nash with that description. Overly-friendly young kid? Nash certainly would try to make friends with anyone even if they tried to bite him in the face. Clearly, he took after his mother in personality as she was one of the kindest wolves he's ever met. He wouldn't be surprised if Nash had met this gruff woman, he just hope she didn't bruise him with her intense persona.