Spring was finally here and yet the young girl could not feel it's warmth. It just seemed like it couldn't defrost the ice placed around her. No amount of sun and warmth breeze bring like back to the range could touch her. In a way she didn't want it to, didn't want to be save. Yet she craved to warmth and protection. Perhaps it was the warmth of another she needed. But that was never going to happen. She barely knew anyone here in this pack, and there was no way she was going to seek others out. It just wasn't her style, her comfort zone. She liked being alone, not crowded with faces she didn't know, a million questions being asked, the silence disturbed with so many voices. No she enjoyed the peace and quite the earth could offer her. Paws carried her from the woods to the lake like always. It was a path she made everyday, all day long. She didn't have much else to do, so she would just wonder back and forth from 3 yards from the boarder closest to the woods and down to the lake and back again. She didn't even have a den yet and slept out in the open. She didn't mind too much, having been used to it since she had lost her family and always on the run. The mid-day sun glared down at her through the trees, making her squint her pale green orbs. Maybe today she would hunt. Since she hadn't eaten since two days ago. It wasn't that she couldn't hunt, but was used to the pains of hunger to the point of actually never noticing anymore. Head lifted with nose to the air. She knew she could hunt a tiny or weak deer, small game and even birds. This close to the lake she had a hunch she would find at least a heron. Slowly her body would move silently alone the shore, pressed close to the ground. In no time she spotted a tall blue gray heron. Eyes scanned the area to make sure nothing would disturb her. She knew stalking and leaping for the kill wouldn't work. No, this required speed and good legs. She positioned her body before suddenly dashing forwards. Her slender legs carried her swiftly to the bird. But already it was flapping open it's wings in fright, taking to the air. With a growl she launched not forwards but straight up into the air. Jaws opened till she felt the body of the bird in her grasp. Gravity brought both back down to earth. As soon as her paws it the ground she gave a killing bite to the heron's neck. Silently she sent her thanks to mother earth and the bird's spirit. A shake of her fur and she settled down to begin the long process of plucking feathers off the bird. She didn't mind having to wait to eat. Actually she took time to admire her catch. It was a fine one, and the thought of the hunt and setting to work pulling feathers allowed her a small escape from depression. "Speech"

The spring air had finally arrived, and it was bustling with all sorts of natures activities. Birds flew overhead singing cheerful songs, butterflies floated past his face as the breeze gently blew them up and out of sight. With a heavy sigh, he continued on. His thirst taking hold as made his way to find water, for it was time that he should pull from his depression. And yet, he didn't want to...a part of him was still in the past, but he knew sooner or later he would have to forget it and move on. But how? He had always thought he moved on from losing the one person that was close to him. His adopted sister, Ellone had vanished without a trace. And yet, he still hoped that she was alive somewhere and trying to find him. He'd pause in his march of solitude, a sound of struggles in the near distance. Curious, he moved forward. The sound having faded some time ago, though he wondered what it could have been. It had sounded like the struggle of wings, but it was rather loud and figured it must have been something big. It was not long before he came to the shore of the lake, his own den not far from the north eastern most side of it. Soon, a figure came into view. But before he could head towards it, a feather floated upon the wind to land atop his head and it went unnoticed as he made his way towards the stranger. Upon approach, he could smell Seracia on her. And it was someone he could vaguely remember from the day that Loccian had taken up the throne. This girl had spoken up about concerns during that time, and it was respected that she had voiced such thoughts. He stopped a yard or so away as he watched her tear feathers from the creature, a heron it seemed. It was an impressive catch, usually these larger birds could get away before a wolf could sneak up on one due to their tall stature, and yet here she was plucking her prized catch. "You must be proud of your catch." He commented, a light smile lifting the corner of his lips. Speech Thoughts Others

She laid there in content plucking the feathers off her catch. Perhaps if she had a den she could take the feathers to line it. But she whole time within the pack she had not claimed nor made a den yet. Partly it was because she was used to sleeping out in the open from her life of always being on the run. Another was cause she had no one to share a den with, it just wouldn't feel right. Maybe if she found Epiphron she could offer her the feather for her den, or maybe Aeil. But she hadn't spoken to the gray female since she had first come to the pack. She had been engrossed in her task and thinking that she had not noticed the male till he spoke. At once Rohini had her heron by the neck and jumping at least a foot away from the male. Head lowered, ears pinned back and tail tucked under. She looked like she wasn't sure whether to drop the bird and run or stand her ground to keep it. Pale green orbs looked over the odd marked male, his scar on his face. Her fur was fluffed out in fear and legs shook with the indecisive decision to run or stay. If it had not been for the tone the male used she might have taken off by now. But the fact he was calm, nonthreatening, and gave her a respectful distance kept her paws planted. Slowly her tensed jaws parted to let the bird lay at her paws. Her muzzle was no more than just a few inches away from her prized kill, while her eyes studied the male. It was mant moments before she found a voice to speak out with. Ye..yes... Her voice was soft, quiet and hesitant. Was it safe to trust him? He had to be if he was in seracia. But what if he was a glaciem wolf?! She didn't know what any of those wolves from that pack looked like. Her nose twitched a few times till she could get his scent. He was pack, but had she ever seen him before? Maybe but she couldn't remember. If it was at the meeting then it was likely she wouldn't remember anything but her fear.