she'd veer away from Winterfell, her acceptance into the pack a proverbial shoe-in. Acere and Fracture had been kind, and she was quite eager to meet more of her pack mates in due time. Heloise was still getting very adjusted to living with a community again. her own family had been a unit, a small one at that, and when they were gone... she'd shake the thought away. long limbs stretched with each step, her shoulder from the cougar's claws healing nicely with Deathbelle's mixture of herbs. the ivory woman knew she had been lucky so far. trouble could start, trouble could have started long ago when she first stepped into the Boreas. so far, life had been... what? good? she had a pack now. she had allies to count on. maybe with time she could even have friends. her paws faltered as she heard footfalls nearby, her body swinging instinctively toward the rustling. this was not Winterfell's land, but it was quite close to it. she had no right to tell another they shouldn't be here though. "hello?" she'd call out instead, eyes searching for the frame of the other.

The crunch of snow was evident beneath hefty paws. Miach's crimson form easily stood out upon the white blanket below. The male's head was held high with blood red Praetor eyes scanning the area solemnly. After exploring Winterfell's lands he deemed it time to venture through the surrounding lands as well. If Miach were to be a proper warrior of the pack he would need to know the layout of the land. With so many different Wolves in one kingdom there were bound to be some conflict. No matter the pack, once you rise to power comes problems of all sorts. The scent of another slipped into the Adravendi's nostrils. Miach cocked his head to the side with perked ears. Female and from Winterfell. Eyes flicked around before landing on that of a frame moving. It was hard to spot at first but finally the male feasted upon the site of snowy femme slinking in the distance. He took a moment to sort out his thoughts but not after long he moved to closer with a neutral stature. Only seven tail lengths away Miach lifted his voice into the air, "Greetings." speech

a man would appear, his coat russet and eyes the color of blood. Heloise seemed to pause for a moment, starting, as if shaking away a bad memory before continuing on. those eyes. red eyes were common enough, she supposed. why make a fuss over something she could not control? the one before her offered his own greetings and she felt her head slip to nod politely to him. "I have not yet met you." she said matter-of-factly, with a chuckle. from his scent, she could tell he was Winterfellian. he had the faintest scent of their king, Fracture and the others. no need to pause or snarl at him to get out. he belonged here. she visibly relaxed, lowering her shoulders. watching quietly as he approached, the ivory woman smiled softly at the stranger yet packmate. "I am Heloise cel Mare" she'd introduce herself fluidly, her tail waving behind her slightly like a banner. "who might you be?" she had no knowledge of his family ties, completely ignorant to the courts some held and the bloodlines they so protected.