For the better portion of a month and a half now the piebald woman could not shake the coolly uttered statement by Craw that managed to weasel its way into the forefront of her mind. Like a record cursed to spin for all eternity the words played themselves over repeatedly. Days had become restless because of it, nights dosed worst with bouts of inability to sleep, insomnia plaguing the precious twilight hours where normal creatures would slumber away in fanciful worlds of make believe dreams crafted by their intricate minds. Not for Enoki. 

Tonight was no different than the rest as obsidian limbs unconsciously brought the reclusive woman as of late to the opening of the communal den, the faint whines and exhaled breathes from those under the anesthesia of sleep tickling at her relaxed audits as a swarthy skull adorned with a pair of smoldering amber irises peered inside momentarily. Not a creature was stirring inside as the timber female removed herself to seek the cool surface of a near by boulder that jutted from the outer wall of the den, an unceremonious thump of her embodiment collapsing into an angled heap upon the compacted snow sending a cloud of loosened powder up into the night sky around her.

Honestly Enoki had no inkling as to why she was here and not there in her den, but some internal instinct had flared up suddenly within the pit of her being, driving her to seek the quietness of the others for God knows what reason. What was she to gain from watching her pack mates sleep? A gruff sigh escaped her lips as an all too awake skull propped itself upon the tops of outstretched forelimbs, illuminated amber irises gazing disinterestedly into the blue toned abyss of snowy twilight encased willows. The barren boughs swaying idly in the light midnight breeze. Perhaps luck would befall the aging woman and a soul as restless as her own would emerge from the den to feed the social interaction her subconscious craved to revel in once more. If not, simply guarding the den would have to do just fine in passing the eventide hours.

Had the female's senses been any less keen than they were; due to innumerable amount of hours spent hunting, then perhaps the near silent approach of the former patriarch, @Skoll , may have gone unnoticed. Alas there was no mistaking the faint crunch of snow beneath evenly distributed paws by a well trained ear and a sudden waft of willow bark infused musk on the light breeze that playfully grazed its winter chilled fingers through the tendrils of her color clashing pelt. A swarthy audit rotated toward the sound of his approach long before a marred muzzle could lift from its rested position to meet their maker with a bright auburn gaze.

There was no need to grasp for names once her dark amber irises settled upon the marred face boy, the ghostly gray orbs nestled neatly within a dark masked face tell tale signs enough whom she was now sharing her presence with. "Skoll, I presume?" Enoki ushered off her lips while forelimbs bent then straightened themselves back out to ease the woman into a seated position facing her evening company, ivory dipped tail coming to curl around her gathered paws. "Restlessness tends to lead me wherever it wills." It was true she hardly, if ever, graced the heart of the Archer kingdom at an hour like this, but she couldn't help the firm grip restlessness had on the rope around her neck. Leading the Ashrelle woman wherever it pleased until sleep finally did come for her, if it did.

Her assumption was made correct by a nonchalant spoken 'naturally' off ebony hued lips, even going so far; and uncharacteristically so from the rumors she had come to hear about the eldest son in passing, as to gift the piebald woman with a small smile. The same gesture of facial features was returned shortly in time on her behalf, though, as obsidian audits picked up on the uttered childhood nickname. Her brother Mordacai had given her this Kiki title and she herself had shared it with Niles in an effort to ease his attempts at pronouncing her full name knowing it to be much to hard at the time for a pup his age to master.

Apparently he had come to stick with the shortened version ever since, spreading the name like wildfire throughout the Archer kingdom. The Ashrelle female was okay with this. "He's a good pup with a good head on his shoulders from what I've come to see." Enoki answered honestly while smoldering amber orbs caught the subtle creep forward in their original path of trajectory, a minor twitch in her neck seeking to peer in the same direction, but the notion was easily dismissed. An almost playful snort would resonate on the air between the two dark tinted wolves at the nearly comedic statement Skoll muttered about joining the club. The restless club was not one she was openly trying to obtain membership of.

Silence soon came to replace the easy exchange of words before another breath of words were formed on coral tongues, Elettra's boy breaking the stillness first with words that warranted Enoki's ears to flatten against the back of her skull. The mentioning of Isolde's name sent a sharp twinge of pain and dread throughout the older woman's heart, the chill of winter holding no equality to coldness reality alone could muster. It had been at least three solid months now since the daughter born of the former queen had been deemed missing, search parties dispatched repeatedly only to have each return home empty handed. No new news to report to the pack. It was a tender subject at best. What could she give as an acceptable answer? This first official meeting with this royal son was heading downhill quick.

A burdened sigh if you will escaped compressed lungs to transform into a transparent cloud of warm breath as she mused for an answer to give. "From what I can gather by looks alone they seem to be holding up to the best of their abilities, but even I know the entirety of the situation has taken its toll on them." That was not a lie in the least and would have to sate Skoll's curiosity for now. It was then that Enoki pondered how the situation was affecting him. "How, how are you holding up?" The question was asked in a gentle, yet tentative tone, the patchy woman charting into unknown waters that could turn stormy in the blink of an eye.

The waters seemed to remain calm and peaceful as Skoll answered on his behave in regards to the Isolde situation, a small nod of acknowledgement warranted by the patchy coated female. We all could be better. She thought briefly, keeping her expressions light, if not neutral despite the somber thought in passing. "I hope she does as well." God knows the toll it would take on Angier and Elettra should she never be found. Albeit relief was found from the sore topic as the dark haired prince offered an opportunity to stroll the night hours sometime, an amused huff escaping in response to seeing what goes bump in the night. "Another night restlessness plagues my bones then? Might as well pass the night hours with another restless soul, but i'm not afraid of the dark mind you." She spoke in a teasing manor, a twinkle of humor sparkling across her pupils. Was this boy truly the monstrous wolf others made him out to be?

A turn of her head followed his gesture toward the slumbering chambers of his kin and progeny, eyes squinting against the darkness to better view the hedge no doubt deemed the sleeping quarters for his son. Enoki's attention soon returned back to the shadow prince, nodding once more at his task for the night. "All is quite, but don't let my findings stop you from pursuing your own. I intend to go scour the meadow for a rabbit burrow while the night is still young and quite. Goodnight, Skoll." With that the magpie woman rose to all fours, a farewell bow with a gentle smile was offered before her paws began to seek out the familiar terrain of the snow blanketed meadow. Some unfortunate rabbit was bound to become her midnight snack.