The tricolor mistress had found herself exploring the territories of Ludicael. Everything was perfect- and she knew already she had chosen her pack wisely. Though she had only met a few wolves, she liked the air and the alignment of the group. Peaceful, divine, and smart. Just what she was looking for in a pack. And though wolves seemed a bit wary at the meeting...she knew the uneasiness wouldn't last long. Hopefully it wouldn't. She wanted to meet all of them in a happy, joyed mood. But for now the girl would familiarize herself with the beautiful territories of this pack. Her pack. Just incase she got lost or was assigned to do something- like sit on guard or scout around the borders in the middle of a siege or a war that afflicted upon Ludicael. Either way the babe found the areas pretty peaceful to stroll through. Just to relax.
Lover's Mangrove. What a strange name, the woman would think as she carried her delicate frame through the canopy of trees. She had made her way through this area when she was on her way to the meeting- but she didn't get to take in how it really looked. Considering she was in a hurry to arrive either early or on time. The air felt rather cold in this peaceful little place, and the grass beneath her was painted in delicate frost. She could even feel the soft crunching of the frost-covered blades of vegetation. But though the air was cold her long tan fur kept her warm and satisfied. She wondered, though, if anyone else was out here in this weather. In this pretty frosty wonderland. The babe sucked in a cold breath and lowered her head slowly. Her minty emerald gems scanned the ground and lit up immediately as her nose took in an unfamiliar aroma.
This soul smelt of Ludicael- so she didn't grow hostile. Instead curiosity ignited like a dying ember in her chest. Wren's pace quickened, and her long legs shuffled on through the frosty earth. She slowly lifted her small head and peered over a slope- and there some water filtered from little streams running in and out of the territory like tubes. A weak smile played across her lips slowly. Ice enveloped the little pool- and there standing on the edge a little boy drink calmly. His palette didn't look similar to any of the wolves she's met so far...but he had those little lines beneath his eyes. They weren't half circles though. They were straight lines. Was this yearling also part of the Destruction family? Wouldn't hurt to find out.
Wren slowly made her way down to the little boy, minty gems scanning his small features. Nothing, besides the black streaks beneath his eyes, told her that he was a Destruction. The babe stopped a few feet from the boy and glanced down at the ice, snorting. She'd probably break the ice if she ever stepped on it. She'd send both him and her into the freezing depths of the pool. Shivering, the chapter turned back to the pup, smiling warmly with and dip of her head. "Be careful on that ice...I don't feel like jumping in freezing water today." Wren would joke, ears pushing forward in attention. She really didn't- but she'd do it anyway if the boy were to fall in.
