The dry lakebed stretched before Serra, an endless expanse of something that had once held water. The ground beneath her paws was dry and cracked, and obviously a little lacking in the whole water department, Serra noted dryly. The massive rocks littering the area were hardly noted by the wolfess, who surveyed her surroundings regally as she stood still, head held high. There was little distinctive about this area - and it wasn't the kind of place that she could imagine Quelt spending much time in, if at all. She hoped desperately that he was nearby, but Serra was almost certain that he wasn't. This was not the kind of place that any wolf would stay for long. So why was she still here? To be honest, Serra couldn't totally say. It wasn't a particularly pleasant place, but she didn't mind. For the moment, Serra was content to stay put. Maybe in a bit she'd move on, since Quelt certainly wasn't in the area. Not that she blamed him. Serra couldn't imagine staying here for long. And yet she was still settling down even as she thought this, wrapping her tail easily around her paws as she looked around once more. This was not the kind of place that Quelt would stay in, if he ever even visited it, and it was a far cry from any sort of place that she wanted to stay in for long, but the warm sun beating down on her back. The air was cooler than one might expect from a desert, but that was probably just due to the fact that it was autumn. Winter would arrive soon, and Serra hoped desperately that by then she would have at least found a rumor of her brother. He had to be out here somewhere, right? Speech,

Orochi loved that he had been able to explore freely now, a bit more away from the den they had. He was large, larger than the average six month old pup mainly for the reason his adult size would be as big as his mother forty two inches. While there was no sign of his mother, he was still the usual cheerful self that he was. Wanting to visit Valhalla soon, since his friends were oh so obviously missing the sight of his magnificent fur. Swishing his gray tail behind him, his poster was nearly feminine, as he moved along and stopped once he spotted a blue girl. A smile spread on the youth's face as he hopped over in a tip-toe like fashion. Crossing front legs one over the other, he was usually this chipper anyway. As he suddenly stood out in front of her, flashing his eyes and placing a paw on his chest. "Dear me, what is a beautiful girl like you out in a place like this." he said, with a short huff. She needed to take better care of that fur of hers in a place like this. He stepped forward, not much shorter than her despite his age. As he brushed some dirt off her shoulder with his paw. Speech,

Serra had been unaware of the approaching youngster until he rose up like a wraith and spoke, surprisingly elegant for having such a puplike appearance. He was almost her size, she noted absently, but still had the awkward proportions of a younger wolf. He certainly knew how to charm a female, Serra thought wryly as she listened to the words spill from his maw. "Did my fur offend you?" Serra didn't particularly mind the fact that he had brushed her fur off, but she wasn't entirely sure why it had happened. The thought that there might be dirt there did not even occur to Serra - she wasn't exactly the most vain of wolves, and her fur was not typically something that she paid a lot of attention to. Ears twitching idly, Serra examined the youth for a long moment before speaking again. "The name's Serra Arrow. May I ask what yours is?" And with that, she found herself falling into the 'proper' conversation patterns, the ones that her parents had drilled into her since she was a pup even younger than this one. She had always been taught to be polite, to be a wolf that would give her pack and her parents a good name. She had taken to it like a duck to water, much like her brothers had. Perhaps, had she stayed, she might have impressed them enough with her mannerisms that she became their heir, to take up the mantle of Duchess with a mate at her side. But she had left, and chased after Quelt, even though for all the headway that she'd made, he might as well have been a ghost. Speech,