What an unusual place. Ivy had wandered a bit farther than usual from Kesali's claimed lands, navigating the winding rivers that bordered the lands to the northwest of the plains. The trip was lengthier than she would've liked - it seemed as though recently a pack had claimed some territories adjacent to their own - a fact that irked her slightly. She'd have to ask Branch about that one soon. For now, though, she was intent on simply exploring as much as she could, hoping at the very least that she could find something useful to bring back home. Sadly, winter's arrival didn't exactly provide for the best exploring, but she'd have to make due.
Luckily winter hadn't fully settled over the lands, not yet at least, and even now the scent of fruit was strong in the air. Not just any fruit, though, but.. rotting fruit? Ivy wrinkled her nose at the stench as it touched her nose, though pressed on further into the orchard. What the female hadn't expected to find there, even among the smell of fermenting fruit, was a wolf with a bucket.. or two? Quirking an eyebrow, Ivy cast an inquisitive look at him from a long distance before making her presence known, slinking gracefully around an oversized bush that she'd been peering at him from behind. "Mind if I ask what those things are for?" The question wasn't said with much hesitation at all. Ivy was far from shy, and for the sake of knowledge there was little she wasn't willing to ask.
