Exhaustion was an understatement to Enoki as her travel weary pads trudged onward slowly through the new scenery that surrounded her patchwork pelt. The gathering of semi thick spruce and pine trucks filling her nostrils with a unique 'clean' aroma from the needle like leaves adorning their branches. An unexplored area of the lore the two toned woman could soon check off her list of new places. In all honestly she didn't know where she was going or even where she was this time. All she had done since leaving the ridge was head north. That much she knew. Willow trees turned into a grove and a grove turned into a yet to blossom bunch of berry thickets laced with the pungent odor of a pack's musky scent of warning. Do not enter! Pack territory ahead! Marking borders that the lone female did well at avoiding while trekking her way north to the place she found herself now. At the edge of a small ledge of sorts with an array of hills that could be mountains in their own rights as far as the depths of her amber gaze could see dotted with the needle clad topiary. Occasionally being broken up by the slithering flow of water from rivers and creeks alike.  

Peacefulness. This was what the aging woman felt upon setting paw in this uncharted portion. It also made the she-wolf ponder. If there was this much open land yet to be claimed why were the packs to the south of here so dangerously close to one another still? Did they not know such bountiful land ripe for the taking lay only a days travel away? No answer came to her silent question. Instead something different entirely caught her attention. In the distance something glittering caught the corner of her eye, a golden beacon of sorts glimmering in the rays of sunlight. Causing each tip of the strangers hair to shine like a well polished shield aside from bits here and there where mud caked onto the sunny colored coat. A curious held tilt and quick flick of her ears following suit. Who was this? There was only one way to find out. A loud bark erupts from Enoki's throat to alert the stranger of her presence, but no step is taken to close the gap between them. Who knew what intentions lay beneath the soiled mask.

The moment her bark resonated on the air the golden boy had lowered himself until his belly hugged the earth beneath him, ears pinning to the scruff of his neck like a bullet had just gone off. This strange wolf seemed..frightened? Surprised? by her unexpected presence even though he was yet to actually lay eyes on her shadowy silhouette. A sight not so pleasant anymore with the new addition to her muzzle and dropped weight from traveling alone. Well that's not what she was aiming to do at all. Suddenly, though, a voice shrilled from the hunkered boy and the pitch alone was enough to bring her own ears flat against her skull to protect them from the higher register. A whine of detest almost on the verge of escaping her inky lips as lids quickly blackened out the world. Finally Enoki managed to make out a questioning hello while the amber optics of hers reopened and watched him slowly descend from his hill.

"Do...do I know you?" A simple shake of her head answering his question before her lips did, the ebony furred haunches of hers lowered to bring her rump into a seated position. The woman had no intention of closing the gap between them just yet, if at all. Plus her tired limbs needed a rest. "I don't recon ya' do. Unless you happened to live under the willow trees at one point." came her response, a quick inhale of her lungs revealing no trace of said trees or perfume of Elettra nor Angier on his coat. Having been a former member of the Ridge wolves Enoki would know the scent the moment it hit her nostrils. This boy was nothing but another loner like herself(even if only temporary). A young loner, but loner none the less. "Mind if I get your name? I'm Enoki Ashrelle." Thumping her ivory dipped tail lackadaisically at her side, a gentle smile began to pull back the dark lining of her lips.   

Apparently he knew nothing of any willows. A fact that the older woman easily let roll of her back without so much as a second thought. The Ashrelle had never crossed paths with a wolf of his coloration before under the umbrella like canopy of the weeping willows. At least none that she could withdraw from her memory bank of Ridge wolves. He said he didn't know so not knowing about the willows she believed. Members came and went all the time. Why question something that was of little importance to her in this point of time? If Enoki was looking for an aver answer to her next question, though, then the patchy woman was about to be sorely let down.  "Oct — per— taim — ..." Rotating her audits a few degrees northward to visually signal that the floor was entire the golden boy's, they listened intently to the stammering and half syllables of names, or at least she thought they were names. None that sounded remotely familiar to the dark coated gal. Did the boy even know who he was?

A small shift in the muscles of her face contorted her features into look of curious confusion at the silence that soon followed the golden one's failed attempt at spitting out his name. Thankfully patience was a virtue Enoki had earned as she waiting to hear whatever name it was he finally managed to topple off of his twisted tongue. "I would like to be called Datura." Finally a name was ushered and dark lips parted to prepare for a response, but another voice cut in seconds before her vocal chords could form the first syllable. Quickly the once calm demeanor of the piebald woman changed at this new and unexpected arrival. Lurching back onto all fours in a standing position the dark amber optics swayed from the pup to this new silhouette. A tawny female with sides swelled undoubtedly with the litter she would soon bring into the world. A matriarch at that by the smells lingering heavily on her coat. For a moment a pang of jealously surged through Enoki's veins at the miracle the new wolf was blessed with and herself had never had the chance to experience, nor probably ever will with her growing age. But, as quick as the emotion arose it was suppressed under lock and key.  

"Datura was it? Do you need help, why are you out here all alone?"  Minka had spoken with a voice laced in concern only a mother could have. Not giving Dature a chance to answer the stranger the swarthy woman filled the air with her voice instead, muscles barely relaxed in the new companies presence. Pregnant women were always unpredictable. "And who may you be?"