He floated from one place to the next, the perpetual wanderer. Almost all of the snow had melted as he traveled away from the North, and Spring’s touch could be seen, felt, and smelled in the new place he approached. He was a creature of the day; draped in a misty gray-white pelt and green eyes. Sunlight filtered through his pale pelt and made him seem almost translucent. But if one peered closer, past the soft wag of his tail they would find a predatory glint in his eye. He was a creature of blood, too. A wolf.

He was not of the higher class. He lacked the sturdy, broad bulk of an alpha. Yet he was not weak, ill-ridden, destined to die. He was somewhere in between, a thin yet fast creature, his body lean and angular. His curves were an asset; not a poor graphic design. He would oft whip from one end of the clearing to another, romping around with his siblings, teaching them to be strong… It was a different time now. His green eyes were only somber for the fact that they were not here. At times he would doubt his decision, feeling hunger begin to gnaw at his sides, the life of a rogue beginning to show in his pelt. He groomed it the best he could, but sometimes he had other matters to attend to. He had been pelted with rain several times; sodden, cold, and hungry. Today he was blessed that the sun was bright. One slim paw lifted and fell upon soft grass, and he peered around to find an ethereal lake that awaited him. He passed through several reeds that had begun to grow and scrape his pelt. When he was sure he was alone he leaned down, tongue lapping up crisp water, letting it cleanse his inner body.

Herb hunting: Marigold

She had struggled for so long, unable to leave the borders of the pack. She no longer had her guide and she couldn't admit that it terrified her. How many years had she been a blind traveler, yet the women was afraid to leave the familiar lands. There had been a few days where she had spend hours sitting at the border of Abaven, unable to take that simple step across. She had lost her confidence when her companion died and she was back to square one. Today though she had made it possible, crossing that claimed border and back into the lands of loners. Forced to do this because her herb stock was so low and it need restocked. With the pack being so quiet she wasn't vary sure that the other healers were doing what needs to be done so the silver women forced herself out of her comfort zone. and did her best to remember the scents that lead her to the different territories nearby. It took her so much longer then normal to be able to get to a good picking spot, one of the better ones around her. Once the scents of firefly lake filled her nose she immediately recognized where she was. Her tail wagged, knowing that it was one of her best herb hunting spots. Being blind and upwind from the other wolf she was not aware of his presence when she neared the lake. Instead she dropped her head and immediately began looking for the herbs she needed. "Talk" | 'Think'

The sound of water drowned all other sounds for some time. He drank as if he had never drank before. When he was satisfied alas he lifted his head, studying the lake for a moment. His green eyes widened to hear the rustle of reeds and turned to find a stranger lingering among the lake, picking at some plants.

He waited a beat, unsure if she'd noticed him. It seemed she was lost in her task and he drew nearer. He stood a few feet away but studied her ashen pelt. From where he stood he could not see her eyes up close; but noted that they seemed foggy, as if a cloud of gray. "Hello?" he called out gently. "I'm Cathal Darragh, sorry to interrupt," he added. He hoped she would not be scared or irritated by his presence.