During the winter and the early spring months, Oak Tree Bend had been a quiet place. But now that summer was here, the woods had exploded with new noises, including those of new wolves. They were strangers, and while Triell and Nayeli had accepted them into their midst, Serach had kept his distance. He watched from afar as the new wolves settled into the territory, his heart racing in agitation any time they came too close to his newborn cousins. There were the two older ones that climbed over each other all the time, @Florence and @Vera. Then there was the quiet one, @Spieden. He could distinguish @Vectra easily enough from the other's, with her pale face and brown body. Then there was this one, @Arcania. He hadn't meant to follow her, but when the strange she-wolf's scent had crossed his path that day, his curiosity got the better of him and he meandered after her.

She had gone to the creek. Watching from behind a tree, Serach stared at her. Seriously? She came all the way to the creek just to clean herself? His brow furrowed and confusion and he shook his head. They were of similar age, both yearlings, but besides his brother @Sceral, his interactions with wolves his own age was very limited. So when Arcania leapt into the water, Serach couldn't help but audibly laugh at her ridiculousness. He knew she had heard him, so he stepped out and approached the creek bank. "What in the world..." he laughed, shaking his head at her.

Was wandering towards the creek to get a cold drink, having been exerting herself, she was trying to learn to run harder and longer. Best way to do that in her opinion was to see how long you could chase a hare and keep up. Sad to say the fast creature gave her a run for her money, and won. She didn't get the prize in the end. So panting and tired she needed a drink. Arriving on the scene it seemed as though someone was already there, Ears drooping the young girl wasn't really sure how, or even if she should approach. So, she just stood their, hoping they would move on. Her tail hung low and head drooping, showing all the signs that she was worn out at the moment. She could smell they were from Oak tree bend, but she didn't.... know them.


She took a step back, then slowly sat down, tilting her head, somewhat curious. These wolves were yearlings like her. But yet her tiredness made her want to just get a nice drink and head off. After all she didn't know them, how could she tell if they were friendly or not? brushing up her tail around her she discovered a sudden fasciation with the ground. Just way to shy and unsure to be outgoing right now. So she would sit softly digging her paw into the dirt, waiting for the duo to move on.

Serach's shoulders shook as he laughed. He wasn't a particularly good fisher himself, but that didn't stop him from finding her failed attempt funny. He couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her though when she tried to defend herself. The only thing she couldn't do? Somebody thinks highly of themselves. But his mother had not raised him to be an ass, so he didn't comment on it. Instead, he turned his gaze to the other wolf who came running up the creek bank. She didn't say anything and merely sat down, causing Serach to tilt his head to the side in confusion. What in the world had his uncle seen in these two girls?

The first girl introduced herself and he looked back at her, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement. "I'm Serach Donata. I'm Triell's nephew," he told her, intentionally pointing out the connection between himself and the pack's leadership. It was important to him that Oak Tree Bend maintained its familial ties, even when they were flooded with outsiders who knew nothing of the pack's wolves and its history. "I grew up fishing in this creek. You'd have a better chance at catching something if you went further south. There's some shallow pools there where the fish get stuck sometimes - even bad fishers can catch something there." He told Arcania, not bothering to hide the cocky grin on his face.

Still grinning, he looked back at the russet wolf with the white face. "Hey! Sorry that we're more boring than the ground, but you could at least introduce yourself!" he shouted at her. The youth could handle a newcomer who was bad at fishing and overly confident, but he would not abide by silent strangers. Shyness was not an attribute he was familiar with, so without waiting for a response, he walked towards Vectra, determined to get her to talk.

The boy's eyes widened as the brown female with the white face took off. It seemed he had spooked her, and for just a moment, he felt bad that she had not taken his teasing in the light hearted manner that he had meant it. Oops. Sorry about that, he mentally thought after her, as she disappeared back into the wood from which she had originally come. Shaking his head in disbelief, he looked at Arcania and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose I did," he agreed with her as she suggested that it was him who had frightened the other girl into running off. "She won't last long here, not if she can't socialize enough to share her name," he admitted as he turned back towards Arcania and began to pad alongside her on the bank of the creek.

For a few minutes, the boy remained silent, content to watch her as she waded downstream in the direction he had indicated. Although he wouldn't admit it to a stranger, he was not a very good fisher himself, and had found the shallow pools to be a godsend when it came to poaching the pack's main water source for food. "Have you been here long?" he asked her, stepping over a fallen tree branch that had sunk into the wet ground. "I don't think I've seen you around here before." That was true enough. With so many new faces taking up residence in the pack's territory, it was hard to keep track of them all.