Sota had grown farm more accustomed to these lands than he ever expected possible. His acceptance of Boreas and how different these lands were, in comparison to his homelands, had been begrudging at best at first... he was used to a life traveling freely among the trees, a feat that often proved difficult, depending on where he traveled. Currently he found himself in a rather interesting looking mangrove; he'd been traveling for most of the day and once the sun had begun to set, sinking slowly below the horizon, he thought he ought to try to find shelter for the night. It became quickly apparent that this place might not necessarily offer him that. But it was interesting nonetheless, the land seeming to come to life as it grew darker, ebbing luminescent lights surrounding him and replacing the sun's disappearing light. He doubted he'd find a cave to spend the night in, either; the ground here was moist beneath his paws, small streams trickling between trees that seemed to grow wherever they could seek hold, regardless of how wet the soil might be. Deftly the tiny wolf tried to avoid the more precious stretches of mud, diving between trees as he quickened his pace and continued deeper into the mangrove forest.

The old woman had taken to wandering beyond pack lands despite her better judgment. Sure she was ancient, creaky, and likely to run into trouble somewhere, but who in their right mind would hurt a sweet old woman? Besides, should someone decide to try to take a bite out of her, she had cleverly coated herself in poison to ensure anyone looking to snatch her would both find her rather ill-tasting before they convuled and likely died. One couldn't be too careful when traveling alone, right? Emerald gaze took in the scenery that was much different than where she currently lived. She couldn't recall if she had been to these parts before when she was a pup or not, but most anything from her young days were long gone and fuzzy anyway. She hummed to herself as she kept going, well aware that night was falling and the land would be covered with stars soon enough. She would have to find somewhere to bed down for the night...but where? She wasn't too keen on just plopping down in the dirt. OR in the open for that matter...so what to do...?

Aha! She spotted a flash of movement from what she thought might have been a small prey animal, but as she managed to get a bit of a better look, she realized it was a very small, strangely colored wolf!? A pup perhaps? "You there, child! Don't you know it's past your bedtime?" She shouted as she tried to hobble after him. The ground was slick and her joints ached from the moisture in these parts, but she'd be damned if she let what she thought was a pup wander around in the dark on their own.

Sota rarely anticipated running into other wolves, so he was caught slightly off-guard when the scent of a stranger touched his nose. His pace, quick and purposeful, suddenly slowed as he tried to get a sense of where the stranger might be. The breeze was a light one as it whisked through the mangrove trees, and it was difficult to tell where it might be coming from. Before he was able to really get a sense of where the stranger might be - let alone who they might be - he heard a sound cut through the quiet night air. His head spun around as he searched for the source of the sound. A woman stood not far from him, her silhouette illuminated against the rapidly darkening surroundings. While some might be offended at being mistaken as a child, Sota had long since learned that most wolves in these lands were different than his own kind. The stranger wasn't as big as most of the wolves he'd met, but she was still larger than him. Hopefully the darkness concealed the slight frown that threatened to tug at his lips. "I'm actually not a child," he retorted, as politely as he could muster. He slowed his pace, hoping he hadn't startled her or anything - she sounded a bit alarmed, to be honest. "I'm..." An adult? Just very, very small? He wasn't quite sure where he was going with that thought. "My name's Sota," he concluded with a low dip of his muzzle toward the damp ground.