The creme colored babe was off to the races.. Not really, but she was looking for something. The ivory girl didn't know what it was, specifically, but it was like an instinct. Something she knew she had to find. Or maybe she was simply just bored, with her mind playing tricks on the girl, affecting her train of thought with this "specific thing she had to find". The ivory Queen had pushed the thoughts of ruling an empire by the white demon's side to the back of her brain, not sure when she would see her beloved Sinister again. Not that it would matter, Anzhelika didn't mind the solitude. Gave her peace in the presence of her sadistic thoughts and maleficent cravings. A sigh would escape her ebony lips as she would slowly trot into The Orchard, nose twitching in the air, for any hints of the something her brain had in mind.

He would leave his packlands to think about the events that had just taken place no to long ago. Dione was far from happy with pregnancy, and well, he really didn't know what to do. He would shake his crown, needing to take his mind of of everything, feeling as though a stroll will fix the problems. It didn't of course, but atleast he was out and about. The silence would engulf him, there was not a single sound that would fall upon his ears, though his orange gaze would spot the illuminating figure of another. The placid babe was all alone, and it would seem she was also just as bored as he, though minus the complicated events [or so he thought]. He would halt in his tracks for a moment, letting the wind push through his oceanic curls, before finally deciding to venture over. He had nothing better to do anyway. His tongue would trace his lips, and as he neared closer he remained on guard in case she decided to lash out towards him. He would stand a respectable distance away, not to close though not to far. Hey, what brings you out here? It's very quiet, don't you think? He would not give his name yet, though he would simply watch her.

The soft footprints of another made the girl's crown snap up, ears twitching as her eyes would be greeted with an almost fantasy like wolf. Her gaze of gold and amethyst would meet his red ones, eyes slowly tracing down the male as she took in his appearance. B L U E He was the purest of blue hues the girl had ever seen, his coat reminding her of a crystal blue lake, or the gems of Sapphire, themselves. His eyes would be a splatter of ruby against the ocean of blue that his coat was, Anzhelika never seeing such a.. Colorful wolf. There was nothing bad with it, it was just a bit interesting to the girl. He would slowly approach her and keep his distance, making a comment about the silence. "That's an understatement, the silence devours you here," the ivory Queen would say with a dip of her crown, sinking back onto her haunches. "I'm Anzhelika. And you are?" She would ask in a soft tone, letting the question hang between them.