So far the woman liked Tortuga, but she had not yet gotten to become a true part of it. There were wolves that she still had to meet, and family she had yet to get a hold of. The woman was a bit nervous, she had not spoken formally and forwardly to a member of her family about family in a very long time. She wasn't even sure how she was related to Viridiana and perhaps the dark woman she had seen at the meeting - but she knew that they were tied to her by blood, the smell was undeniable.

And yet here she was, not approaching them just yet, wandering one of the more quiet parts of Tortugan territory. The clay earth beneath her feet was cold, winter had brought with it frost and snow - but the cold was not as bitter as it was in northern lands. The healer was nervous, but being alone like this calmed her somewhat. She had always been at her best when surrounded by the quiet. The rustling of wind through evergreens, the scraping of animals against rocks and paths in the distance, she was never really sure if she was truly a pack wolf deep down, regardless of aiding them from time to time.

Above her the moon broke through the treeline, scattering over the ground below in soft lines of pale light. It was night - as it normally was when the woman was most active. Darkness brought with it calm, and eased her eyes into relaxing and focusing more naturally. She had given up on searching for herbs, they had died with the coming of winter and what she had stashed would be all that she held onto until spring. For now she was simply getting better acquainted with her pack lands...

and gathering the courage to go and speak with her long lost family.

As Io was out and about in the quiet night of Tortuga, Maija was in the same area. She hadn't been able to sleep, for thoughts of Rotterdam had begun to haunt her dreams. It was the only place she could get away from him and now he was practically with her everyday. The only time she could have him disappear from her thoughts was when she was with Taurig... A smile flickered across her dark face as she thought of the cobalt King. He was her cobalt King and that had a nice ring to it. The happiness that was slowly dawning whenever she spent time with him was a strange feeling indeed for the female to have, which only made her thoughts more stressful. How could she be thinking of Taurig when she was still bounded by the laws of marriage to another wolf? So stressful. With all of her emotions coiled inside of her, Maija had left the confined warmth of her den. She had stood outside of it, embracing the cold night temperatures and the chill that woke her up. If she listened for a minute or two, she could hear the even and unlabored breathing of Taurig's sleeping form. Another smile had flickered across her golden maw, but it didn't stay as she walked away from her home and down to the valley. By the time she had made it to the familiar hunting grounds, she was still a bottle of mixed emotions. The turmoil in her head was effecting her heart and she just wanted to lay down and cry, let it all out, and tell someone. But, the way she had been guarded in the relationship with her husband's alter ego prevented her from breaking down all of her walls. Trust was something that didn't come easily to the golden fae, especially when she met strangers she knew nothing about. It was this thought that wrapped around the recent ones of her lost husband when she saw a white light moving across the ground. Maija stopped in the shadows, green eyes watching silently as the light continued to move. A scent reached her nose and a vivid image of the albino wolf from the pack meeting arose. Paranoia kept her from making her presence known, but she knew that her own scent would probably travel just as quickly as the other's had. So, she waited to see what the white wolf would do. speech here