Lugh had been keeping himself busy the past few weeks tending to @Cessair. Fortunately all his work over the summer in stockpiling herbs had paid off, he had any plant he needed close at hand. But he still had to make sure his patient was getting enough food and drink, and fresh air on top of that. He was glad for her when she was finally well enough that she didn't need to stay in the infirmary anymore, but was a little sad that he no longer had a captive audience for his excessive ramblings.

Making the most out of his newly found free-time, Lugh ventured south through the territory. He came across the tracks of one of his packmates, not someone he was overly familiar with but was sure he had at least seen about a couple of times. While he didn't try to follow her, he couldn't help but notice he kept crisscrossing her trail as he went. If they seemed to both be going in the same direction anyways, maybe it was the world trying to tell him that he should follow her?

Making up his mind that was what he'd do, he followed after her pawprints in the snow. They lead him first into the orchard, to the crest of a hill, and then suddenly they ended. Lugh glanced around, highly confused at first. Had she sprouted wings and flown off? Where could she have gone? The real answer was not so strange he discovered, as his pale yellow eyes skimmed down the slope of the hill, finding the up churned stripe of snow leading to a white heap at the bottom. The woman's ivory coat nearly blended in with the surroundings, but her black nose and golden eyes betrayed her position.

Lugh couldn't help but laugh, his tail swishing as he started to carefully tread down the hillside towards the wolf at the base of it. "Ya still in once piece?" He asked her with mirth in his voice, stopping near the pale female as he reached the bottom of the hill.

Lugh returned a beaming grin to the lady's mischievous one. Just as well, the infirmary sure didn't need another patient so soon. He couldn't help but laugh at her observation that he'd been more careful in making it downhill.

"Ah, wouldn't do well for th' pack's only 'ealer to go hurtin' 'imself now, would it? Dunno where Ryka went, but without 'er I'd be shovin' 'erbs down my own gullet if I went an' broke a leg goin' down this 'ere slope." Lugh prattled on in his thick accent. He really wished one of the cubs would take an interest in healing so he could pass on the skill, but so far none of them had approached him. Of course, someone would lend a paw every now and then, but without his friend and co-healer Ryka, there was a lot more the spacey male had to keep an eye on. He narrowed his eyes, black nose twitching absent-mindedly as he mumbled his thoughts aloud "...should probably just drag the cubs in for a lesson, don't think they're gonna take an interest otherwise..."

Oh, where was he... "Anyhow! Luz! A pleasure, truly. I'm Lugh Whelan," He said with an excited swish of his dusty brown tail, finally introducing himself. He curiously tilted his head at the creamy coated female, "So what brings ya over to th' orchard? Assumin' ya weren't just tumblin' down hills for fun." For all he knew, maybe she was?