Heloise walked the woodlands farther from the pines that marked Winterfell's land. after the festivities, she had gone west and spoke to the alpha of Valhalla by chance. when she came back north, she had done a patrol with the other members of the pack. now, she was taking a breather from the constant socializing. she had learned quite a bit so far - both from the people at the festival and from wandering. she had met plenty of others, all with their own ideals and goals to strive for. the beginning of an idea was forming in her mind, however small it was right now. but she pushed such notions aside. she'd sigh as the wind picked up, blowing through her fur welcomingly. her steps paused at the edge of the Red Forest. she had been here before with others and found the place to be comforting. unknown was the romantic inclinations; she merely saw it as a good place to have some quiet time. above her, Kresnik soared once more. the gyrfalcon landed on an overhanging tree, peering down at his mistress before his eyes scanned the horizon. he would watch out and alert her if anyone else came along. she wandered further in, too lost in her own thoughts to make much sense of the silence of the woodland. if another tread, Heloise was ignorant. at least, right now.

Song and Kirsi really took their time in making their way to Winterfell’s borders, however close it was the two wolves had yet to converse with Acere, the pack leader. Instead they’d mostly lingered in old Fyri lands. He wasn’t sure where his partner in crime was at the moment, he didn’t press her when she needed moments to herself. With the weather starting to take a turn towards real cold he was thankful for her company. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her, but he also still wondered about Ignatius. Would he come back, should he try and make a move? Was being in this friend zone kind of place acceptable for now? At least he could say he was close to her.

He lay on his favorite sunning rock, thinking about Kirsi, when his icy blue eyes fell on the form of an unknown. She was just as pale as he was, but lacked his golden eye markings. He watched her quietly, wondering if she might spot him against the snow covered ground.

it was Kresnik, with his trained eye, that spotted the wolf before Heloise. he sent up a warning cry, her alertness returning as she glanced around her. the gold hue made the man stand out, but yes, there was another wolf here. though he did not scent of Winterfell, he looked quite content in the snowy terrain. she approached him casually, though cautiously. he was an unknown, after all. "well met" the alabaster woman would state as she neared the stranger. he was close to Winterfell's borders, so she should be asking what the man was doing so temptingly close. was he a member of the pack that disbanded? Fracture seemed to guess that they were roaming around. for now, she would wait for the man to speak back to her. she could gauge him more easily this way and figure out what else to say.

The bird was first to catch sight of him, he heard its sharp call as the she wolf finally took notice of him and his sphynx like pose upon the rock. She seemed laid back, probably because she had the weight of the pack behind her. All he had was the leftovers of what had been here before. ”Indeed.” He answered with a quick nod. He was tied to no one, and this was his home, he had every right to remain comfortable upon that boulder. ”What brought you to my side of the border, Ms. Winterfell?” He asked curiously as long pale limbs stretched out in front of him. Icy blue eyes rested upon her lightly as he tilted his head curiously.

he also seemed quite relaxed, which boded well for her. the last thing she desired was to fight another being senselessly. her lips twitched with a small smile as he stated it was good to meet her as well, adding in a question. the man knew she was with a pack, though she did not doubt her own scent after a full season had passed. the alabaster woman had done much to contribute, so her smell must have lingered in with Winterfell eventually. "I am scouting for personal reasons" Heloise added in, feeling this place was best to start anew in a controlled environment. perhaps a band to reside here during summer seasons or... if her mind willed her to think; a new pack. ambition had never been her strong suit though. "if this is your land, I apologize" she'd have the good graces to add-in. it was clear that she thought even loners had 'land' and 'territory'. she did not discriminate. "my name is Heloise cel Mare. Squire of Winterfell."

She was quick to respond to his question as she offered him a hint of a smile. She was out scouting on her own, he lifted an eyebrow but he didn’t push her any further. She apologized if she had trespassed onto his land, but Song shook his head. Yes this was his home, but it was no longer part of a pack. He couldn’t back up his claim. ”No, I just find this place comfortable.” He assured her that she hadn’t stepped out of bounds. She seemed respectable enough, Song shifted so that he might stand before her and offer the slightest bow.

”Song Destruction the Second, former member of Fyri.” He added in case she knew what the name meant. He had mourned its loss and was no longer bothered. The future is what he looked to, that and lazing about with a beautiful girl.

so she was not trespassing upon his land claim. good to know. she would move on from that subject briskly. though a name did catch her interest. "Fyri?" she would query softly, her eyes scanning the remnants of this pack's land unknowingly. had Acere moved Winterfell further north, away from the once-populated Fyri community? "was this once Fyri's land?" Heloise gave herself a small shake as she continued to converse with the man. his name was Song, member of the Destruction family, and the second of his name. "a pleasure to meet you, Song the Second." she would add in with a formal bow. "it is a good place to relax" she'd smile more genuinely as she looked around once more. it would be an even better place for a pack, and she was saddened if it was true; that Fyri once resided here and now was swallowed up by Winterfell. her icy gaze turned back to Song. "so you are a loner, correct?" Heloise asked him. he did not introduce himself with an active pack after all. "I hope the winter treats you well then." she'd add, not wishing to recruit him for Winterfell. he knew where it resided and would come to it if he had a desire. she only hoped he would come to survive the harsh winter alone.

”Yes, Fyri.” He confirmed with a nod as she looked around and asked if this was where the pack had once been. ”Indeed. The forest and the gorge.” He made motion towards the second territory. Where he and Ig had spoken so freely about the alpha’s incredible plans for his pack. The Destruction was saddened again by the loss. ”And you as well, Heloise of Winterfell.” He added with a quick nod. They had made plans to make Winterfell their new home, he and Kirsi. Now that they had waited so long, he wondered if the huge pack even had room for the old Fyri members.

”I am, though I travel with a previous packmate.” She mentioned the winter, and he couldn’t deny that he knew they could be harsh up here. That’s what he was counting on though, as long as he was stronger than some other animal. With the freezing temperatures quickly preserving anything that died Song had no fears of scavenging in the winter. ”I appreciate the kind words, and the same to you and Winterfell.” He offered with another respectful nod towards her ivory frame.

he confirmed what she suspected. Fyri had once lay claim to these lands. it made sense then that Song wanted to remain close by; she would do the same to the pines and ship if she had a choice. she hesitated briefly before continuing on. "Fyri chose a good location" she would say politely and respectfully. her icy gaze tore from the man's face to look around them again. the gorge was not known to her, but perhaps she'd go there next. "it would make an excellent start to another pack." her insides squirmed briefly with letting Acere know her ambitions. soon, she thought, he would have to know. but for now, she would focus on the man before her. "if you do not mind me asking, where will you go? you and your packmate?" there was a concern in her tone. ambition aside, she wanted to know if Song and his ally had a plan. she could not turn a blind eye to them simply because they were loners. she had been a loner once herself, and people like Fracture and Acere had taken her in. welcomed her.

Song nodded along with her observation, Fyri was well placed, and it would have been nice if another pack were able to rise from its ashes. Winterfell he supposed was the successor, but he and Kirsi had yet to speak with its alpha. The Destruction man was touched by the concern in her voice as she asked about where they would go and what they might do. ”We were there at the challenge, and had plans to seek out a place in Winterfell ourselves.” He admitted to her as he finally shifted himself and lowered his tall frame to the ground. He had suspected for a while now that were they to appear at the border they would be turned away. ”Now I’m not sure. Our home is here in the North, we’ve survived this long on our own.”

she remembered the talk she had with Dragon about the pack fitting to burst. her head nodded sadly to Song, wishing she could offer them a place but knowing she could not. though she did have an idea, or rather an offer. "if you and your ally need a hunter, please seek me out. I will aid you, or try to, for as long as you need me" Heloise could not turn away anyone in need. the man was not desperate but he may be proud to admit he needed help. she would make plans to speak to Acere about the crowding problem though, and hopefully, a few would leave so that Song and his friend could join eventually. but those were pipe dreams at this point. "I will not hunt on Winterfell's land but I will come across to help you on neutral territory." Song knew where she lived, so he could call on her when she was needed. she only hoped she did not insult him with her genuine offer to help them.