Pelting rain began to descend from above as darkened clouds opened up their floodgates. Each leaf lining the willow boughs gradually increasing in weight from the collection of water until it became too much to bare. Trickles of water cascading down their veined lengths like miniature waterfalls to fall atop the already drenched soil below. Puddles of muddied water forming now along the rooted bases of surrounding trees and sparse grassy areas. The booming war cry of thunder echoing just over yonder and causing ebony audits to swivel forward then sweep back in response. Enoki halted beneath the thickest willow she could spy to escape the downpour. Patch work fur given a hard shake to fling the excess water that weighed her down.

Mere hours ago the woman had returned to the ridge after exploring the land, the weather nothing more than a drizzle then. Disappointment burned behind smoldering amber eyes as the chance of hunting became thwarted. Rain washing away any scent of prey that may have once laced smooth bark, or prints left behind in softened soil. There was nothing more the huntress could do until mother nature reigned in the sorrowful tears above. Even a tenderfoot of a hunter knew better. Adjusting to turn away from the meadow nimble paws swiftly carried her lithe form away toward a place where flowers bloomed like flames of a fire, ivory patched frame maneuvering through the maze like trunks of the weeping willows. Dark furred limbs halting at a peculiar sight that greeted her arrival.

In the distance there was no mistaking the snowy outline of a wolf returning from the very place she had planned to go. At first her mind jumped immediately to Piety - a member whom she knew off hand with a coat to be so pure - and lips quivered to unsheathe awaiting canines at the brief bit of information Morganna had revealed. During her absence the eldest prince, Skoll, had had the unfortunately accident of breeding with the young girl to produce the first grandchild of Elettra, breaking pack law in the process. Something Enoki took seriously and it was then she had decided Piety was to be knocked in rank. But it was with another scrutinizing glance that confirmed this wolf was not the girl she sought to dominate. The build on this stranger far too masculine to be so.

Nonetheless, it was a bemusing spectacle to see. Jaws snapping pointlessly at empty air and falling rain. The piebald woman would have enjoyed to sit in silence and continue watching, but the truth was this stranger was heading straight for pack borders. Unknowingly, or not. Emitting a loud chuff to compensate for the low drum of the rain she stayed where she stood. Respectfully waiting for the other to acknowledge her presence before engaging in anything further.

On cue the ivory man's attention was ripped away from the falling sheets of rain he attempted to eat, or something, moments prior. Arctic pads bringing the heavier set wolf closer to the awaiting Timber while deep amber optics watched cautiously upon this approach. Stopping at a respectful distance, his skull came to lower before apologetic words flowed off his tongue. In truth she had a right to apply tooth and claw to his colorless pelt for straying so close to their territory. Especially with a young litter of cubs tucked within the heart that were entirely defenseless by themselves. White paint dipped tail swung idly at her hocks as she contemplated how to proceed with this rouge. Physical altercations were not Enoki's ideal way to go about things, but again this would need to change when she squared up with the pack harlot. Words alone could not secure her above Piety. Perhaps he could be used as a sparring partner to aid in her personal quest?

Posturing herself into a more dominant stance; although a foreign thing for the Ashrelle, she glanced down her snout at the male with audits swiveled forward. "You're wise to have decided to eat the rain where you did." She recalled the spectacle upon which she first lay eyes on his ghostly silhouette. "Another foot closer and you'd be deemed a trespasser of Willow Ridge." Enoki pauses then allowing Alphinaud to absorb the weight of the words spoken by the pack subordinate. "What business Mr...brings you this far south?" Another purposeful drawl after Mr. left to indicate he was to inform her of his name. Common exchanges were to be had first before Enoki could delve into asking for a personal favor of this stranger. Should he be of use in the end, a pleasant word may be ushered to the ruling pair should he seek a home now, or another time.

Smoldering amber optics watched closely as the lighter amber of her counterpart took interest of her mismatched pelt. An odd and extremely rare happening in nature that set her apart from others and one Enoki was aware of. Their looks of awe and bafflement never went unnoticed, much like the ones Alphinaud now expressed as he absorbed the sight of her uniqueness before his eyes shifted to glance at the raking of scars across one side of her muzzle. A result of defending a pup of the previous year's litter, Deacon, from a wolverine disturbed from its burrow. Both wolves receiving wounds while the wolverine lost its life to become a rug for Elettra and Angier.

As new information was granted to the ebony woman, swarthy audits flicked attentively to each word offered. Alphinaud Lothaire, male loner from the south, white fur and amber eyes was the miniature file created on the stranger to be tucked away in her mental file cabinet of faces she has come to meet since her time in the lore. A hint of smirk adorning her darkened lips upon the mirrored paused he now used to obtain her name. "Enoki Ashrelle. A subordinate of Willow Ridge hoping to secure a hunt or practice sparring, but the rain seems to have other plans today." The woman casually dropped her intentions as ivory dipped tail swung with slightly more vigor behind her. It would be up to him now if he would just so happen to fall for the dangling bait before him. "You can't hunt when the rain offers such a hindrance to tracking and scenting prey."

As luck would have it, this Alphinaud character was willing to get his paws literally and figuratively dirty in order to assist the two toned woman. Teeth sinking wholeheartedly into the displayed bait. A couple exchanges of words and the ivory clad man was shifting his body to uphold a more steady stance in preparation for the show that was about to begin. "Ladies first." He continued with the black lining of his lips curling to adhere to a smirk Enoki's own swarthy lips had yet to form. "Such a gentleman, but i'm not afraid of a little mud." The corner of her lips now mirroring the smirk his portrayed. 

Tensing muscles, the piebald woman prepared herself for the first attack as droplet after droplet of rain slithered down patchy shoulder blades that now shifted forward into a hunched position. Smoldering amber optics narrowed to a more protective half slit while the onslaught of rain continued to course like miniature rivers down her brow, leathery lips curling upwards to reveal the row of stained daggers ready to clench onto skin with an iron grip. Ivory tipped tail held rigidly out behind bristled hackles before a snarl erupted from her throat.In a flash Enoki was airborne with jaws splayed open, intent on obtaining a solid hold on the first bit of skin to reach her teeth. Their aim honed in on the bulky shoulder of Alphinaud's left side. With any luck despite her lack of proper sparring her attack would find purchase.