Her travels had brought her southwards from the range to the river that ran near its borders. Being hungry, but not so hungry that she couldn't afford to miss a meal if she didn't have luck, she decided to try her paw at fishing in a shallow part of the river. She waded out into the ford, the water plastering her pale fur to her body but the cool of it feeling good after all her wandering in the summer's heat. She studied the fish darting at her paws, but they were all minnows. Hmm, she would need to figure out where the fish were most likely to be resting. It had been quite some time since she'd last fished, and she couldn't remember the details of what to look for.

he was doing nothing in particular. that's the thing. he was bored stiff. the young man wandered into this particular set area with no plans. wasn't that the best sort of plan, though? to be free and to have options? not everyone seemed to think that way though. lo and behold, there was a wolf ahead. a wolf from a pack. oh, Puck could think of all the restrictions this pretty thing had going for her. his point was being a loner never bothered him. even the boredom was better than flailing around and hoping you didn't insult some other person in your club. no, loner life was for him. and he didn't need anyone telling him any different. but aside from being a bit hesitant to approach a pack wolf of all things, Puck tilted his head curiously to the river. the lady was interested in it, for sure, and he could only guess she was tryin' to fish. "well, hello there!" he beamed as he approached her. he was a stranger, an option without a variable to her, so he kept his distance. for all he knew she was vicious. didn't look it though. Puck kept his tone down so not to scare the fish, but it was clear he was friendly. "this ain't pack land, is it?" he went on, hoping he had not trod on it. it was also very clear she belonged to a gang of different canines. he didn't know her position or ranking, and it didn't really bother him if he knew. and like it would even be taken into consideration. she wasn't his leader. he was his own. still, though, he began to sit down. he didn't really give a flying crap if she didn't want him near her. she couldn't boss him around. and he wasn't really near-near her. he kept his respectable distance to be sure. "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'

A voice attracted her attention from her contemplation of the minnows darting around her paws, and Gwen glanced up. The male approaching her had unusually colored eyes and stripes along his hips, but Gwen had enough of the unusual in her life between Regulus and his children for it to pass nearly unnoticed. "Hello," she offered in return to his greeting. The tilt of her head as she studied the stranger was friendly enough to make it clear she was open to the company. To his question, she smiled and gave a brief shake of her head. "No, my pack is far to the west. I am just passing through here." She gave no more information about Celestial or her rank there, as she wasn't acting in any particularly official capacity at the moment. One might consider her as being on vacation, for this brief time. "I'm Gwenevere Adravendi," she offered her name with a polite gesture. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess you aren't from this area either?" A crooked smile curved her muzzle, blue eyes twinkling with faint mischief. Though to be fair, she had been born practically a stone's throw from this river, up a bit to the range.