Even in the few times that he had lived within the Lore before, he had never set eyes upon this territory. It would have been foolish to say it never existed until now, as the Earth (as far as he knew) had never randomly decided that one day they would put a new formation for all to see. So he must not have been paying attention or had never cared enough to venture as far East as he had today. Although his instincts told him that this would not be an obstacle to climb unless he wished to put himself in danger, he didn’t quite have the urge to walk away.

Inkheart continued his scout along the base of the Hills, wandering around its western perimeter as he thought to find a way over it without actually climbing it. He would be lucky to find a straight path or a tunnel to walk through to get over it, but what he might find on the other side seemed secretive. Something that he was not supposed to discover if the structure of the Hills desired to shelter it.

Actions were temporarily through aside as he caught wind of someone, another wolf not too far from his location but it was behind him. Turning his body to the southern end, he spotted a lone female wandering amongst the morning air looking… lost? Or perhaps distressed? Having never been one to ignore an upset woman, he moved in her direction in hopes that she would welcome his company. If not, he would allow her the peace and quiet that she may or may not deire.

Moving closer towards her he was quite interested in possibly finding out why she seemed so lost. The majority of wolves he had come across in Relic Lore had been pack wolves or knew where they were going every step of the way, but she seemed to just walk. It did not take very long for the female to notice his movement towards her but she didn’t give him any sign to back away or come closer—so he continued a regular stroll to her, his head lowered to show he meant no discomfort.

Once he was within a few meters, he began to take notice of her appearance. It had been an obvious white from far away, but now that they were within range of each other he could see that her fur was somewhat disheveled. This only allow for him to see that she was a bit thinner than he would have expected and this did nothing to soothe his worry for her. She was pretty, still. Though she was somewhat unkempt for what he assumed was likely the path of a loner (a path he knew very well), she had such a sharply angled face with an irregularly petite form which he saw as a very beautiful figure. It was a reminder of a past he once had, but he could never connect the dots to discover that everything wasn’t always just a coincidence.

“I hope not to be rude but you look a little lost,” he allow his tail to be somewhat low and his head stayed at level to avoid any unwanted aggression, “my name is Inkheart.”

Perhaps in his previous days it would have been ideal for her to turn the opposite way and leave before he arrived. Back then he wasn’t the friendliest but he wouldn’t attack or take advantage of her, he just would have either been boring company and would’ve pulled a lot of charm out of his pocket. This time, he simply looked for a good reason to communicate with her and always hoped that a mutual connection arose from every encounter. Seeing her not move away from him but instead inch a little closer settled his nerves and he was able to conclude that she was friendly, too.

Eyes were a pretty yellow, certainly just as bright as the sun if not more, and probably blended in quite well with his of fire. “Well, this is the Sierra Hills and to the Northwest is my pack, Magnolia glen and to the Southwest is the Spectral Woods,” at this point Oak Tree Bend did not exist so neither did it in this conversation. Before he introduced himself back to her, he paused. There was something daunting about Dieudonne but what? His brain suddenly began working more than it had, trying to configure where he had heard that name before.

However, when it did finally click he was doubtful that this was who he thought it was. Sure, he knew that Amelie had had children because she had been pregnant the last time he saw her but… this female had to be nearly of adult age. When it came down to it he simply couldn’t ask her if she was the daughter of his long-lost love, he simply couldn’t bare to know. “A very pretty name.” Although he did mean this as a solid form of a compliment he still wanted to instill in her strength since she seemed to be lost. Being forward about things he did know about her might soothe her, he figured.

Sniffing the air he didn’t recognize any form of a pack on her which meant she truly was a loner at this point, which worried him somewhat. He knew loners came in all shapes and sizes, but he felt that he should take care of her. “Are you a loner, Arlette?” Perhaps he could fix this somehow or at the very least help her to a meal.

In his youth he likely would have rounded her up to create his own pack or perhaps charmed her into believing that everything he lied about was truth. Now, he simply saw this as an opportunity to make more friends within the Wildwood. He always seemed to be in need of a few more acquaintances here and there, Arlette would be no different. Though they were perfect strangers and one simple thing could slip up a relationship, he held steady. Ink wished for everyone he met to be at peace with him, as it would further his connections in the Lore and provide him with a much happier life than the one he had previously led.

“I guess you could say we’re pretty new,” he answered with a shrug as he recounted the weeks he had spent inside the Glen’s borders, “we gathered almost two months ago to begin the build.” It had been very interesting, as he had never been a part of building a pack before and he respected Phineas for inviting him as well as providing him with a sufficient rank within. Next to come would be a role, of which he was convinced, would likely be a guardian role of sorts. He was able and fit to do the job, so one can only assume.

A smile mirrored hers once he saw a half a smile light her face, a pleasant emotion that he hoped would be conveyed as a good thing. Inkheart wished to provide happiness in his company, so it meant that he was at least portraying enough friendliness for her appeasement. “Well that simply won’t do,” he answered and moved forward hoping to steer her in the pleasant direction that she had been in moments earlier, “if you’d like I am sure that my Alphas would enjoy another member. If not, I can tell you some about other packs here or I can help in any way I can that you would prefer.” Perhaps he made himself too available for those who needed his help, but that was his plan. Inkheart wished to protect those that he felt needed protection, and a woman of her stature need not be out here alone.