She had decided to stay on the mountain after her weird occurence

of the mental nutcase and his near drowning episode. Truth be told

she had it memorized now, all the paths she had found any way. And

a change was in need. So she once again started down the steep

inclines, and to the world below the high kingdom. Much unlike the

handfuls of other creatures she went to the blackened part of the

wood, seeking out the dead amongst the living. The view atop the

mountain had shown her the ashen remains of the Wildwood. It was

obvious lightning had been the real colprit, yet she couldn't help but

wonder if the mother nature's bringing of spring was changing

anything. It was apparent some of the trees were charred beyond

repair. The stood like looming tombstones not broke enough to fall.

Some trees were half, and half. It was the ground that was starting

to wake, and reclaim green amongst the vacant. There were short

buds bursting from the dirt floor, even some bush look like they

were trying to bloom leaves.


The copper female was walking at an even pace, peppered ears

cupped forward listening to the breeze trickle threw the trees. Along

the line of dead, and alive the dominanting scent of a male tickled

her black nose. Butterscotch eyes narrowed, looking amongst the

foilage for any distrubance. His trail wasn't the most recent, and

with nothing better to do she started to follow it. She did in a silent manner nothing bumptious about it.

Paws touched down delicately, she was

much aware of the single dangers around now. She could easily be seeking

one of them out. What was life without risk? Very boring, and she was not

going to die of sheer boredom. The male's trail became more potent, she

wondered if he had found a den round here. She had a watchful eye out for

a hidden burrow, nothing caught her eye. She stopped in the tanglements of

nearby bush, wondering where he could be. She soon got her answer as

eyes the liquid burning of flame set in a black shadow peered out from his

hollow bivouac. Lost? The edge of her black lips

twitched, she shook her silver mask. "Not

exactly," she murmered, the end of her tail raised an ever bit

before flicking. Home was the most prominant landmark of the Lore. That

didn't mean she knew where she was.


color="#CC6600">"Home is but a climb away, I am new to these parts

though." Eyes studied the heigth of his dwelling, before drifting back

down to his dark face. The contours of his face were streamlined, but his coat was not short it was long, sleek threads of black. And she was sure he was taller than she. He looked rather decent for a lone wolf, who knew if he really was or what he was doing. Or maybe he could take care of himself rather well despite the past months of winter. "I'm Skylah by the way."

The friendly strangers of this place had her encountering questionable thoughts. Past meetings with other lone wolves in her journeys had been civil, helping benefit the other temporary, but not polite, and offering. Counting her last encounter with an unknown, she would take a charming, knowledgable stranger any day. "I am," she stated, not bothered by this fact. It wasn't a secret, and she had nothing to hide. It did spark his interest that he might be a long resident of this place, or least longer than her. She could use some knowledge. If it was one thing about home she missed it was knowing the land. Here she was starting from square one. Something she didn't care for, that was a lot of ground to cover.


Cran nodded attentively at his name, packing it away with a clear picture. She would not be forgetting any time soon. She was quick to take him on his offer."I would like that very much. I dare say I hardly know it, or any of the lands around except by ways of a high mountain view. -I like to know things by closer inspection." A faint smile loomed on her lips. She casually took a few steps back, waiting for him to lead the way.

It was true Skylah was in season, but it didn't override her logic. Or to the

point she wasn't much different from who she was. Being moody was

regular, and teasing? She liked to taunt, and get unexpected reactions. Any

reaction was amusing. Sure the scent still lingered, but was growing faint,

and she had no physical urge to partake in anything. This would be the

worst time any way as she never had plans to have children. That was why

she was here after all, to escape being a brood mare and have a "life" so to

speak. Puppies were cute, but she was no mother.


Her butterscotch eyes looked at the inken brute with a nymph twinkle, and

she grinned somewhat coyly, but in delight. "Good

to know. I take it you've lived here awhile then?" She asked, merely

curious how long he had been a resident. She wasn't sure what he was all

about, but he was intriguing to the girl. There was no real harm in chatting

it up with a stranger? Everyone was a stranger here. Cream limbs lifted, and

she glided along in his indicated direction. "If you

don't mind me asking, is there a reason you live here?"

She was walking a thin line she wasn't entirely aware of. If she'd known his thoughts maybe she would have worried. Or should of been as having no clue where his self control was. Frankly she too was much liking the change from the mountain to runaway or be scared. There was something about danger......it attracted her. He already had her intrest, like he would cure this dull life she was living.

Peppered mask dipped, giving a soft humm as his reasons sounded nothing out of the oridnary. It did indicate his lengthy time of residence, she was sure he couldn't fake. The only thing that stirred more quesitons was where he had left off, and why he could not continue with whatever it was. Those questions she didn't utter, not then.

His answer brought a clearly amused smile to brush along the side of her creamy cheek. He had chosen this place because he liked the women? It seemed to hint he'd been forbidden from them or something. All the saem it was nice for her ears to hear. "Sounds like we'll get along then," she responded with a teasing tone. The question was brought to her as it usually was. "Me? Well I grew tired of my parents trying to set me up as a baby factory."