The last wolf she had run into had been so kind to her, teaching her the basics of hunting, at least enough to keep herself alive and fed. She could go back to learning the dead rather than eating them. The witch had often been sick, but she hadn't the skill to fend for herself. She had only been a yearling when Lucifer had found her, and while she learned to defend herself, she hadn't been taught to hunt. Not truly, anyways. Lucifer had always brought their meals to her, he had been her sole provider until she had run away. The woman still wasn't sure if he tracked her or if he had truly fallen, but she couldn't dwell on the past.

She kept her northern travels, making it as far as the stoney circles of rocks and a wide expanse of them at that. They sparkled white in the moonlight, Umbra gasping softly from Aza's shoulders as she looked over this new place. In the witch's eyes, she could see faerie-folk buzzing everywhere, making the area even more beautiful. To anyone else, they perhaps would not see beyond the Veil. She sat on a small knoll, looking over the area in awe, wondering if there was anyone nearby who would know the name of this place. It was simply magical.

Walk. "Talk." Think. "Umbra."

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She decided to travel out of pack lands today to search for some herbs she had seen during her travels. The queen headed eastward, though she had let Pegasus know where she was going in case she took too long to come back. Traveling on her own was...lonely, to say the least. Pegasus had a strange snake that seemed quite infatuated with him, and while she had never considered having a companion of her own, she thought perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea. It would give her the company she needed when she was alone...but she wasn't even sure how to go about getting one of her own. Did she ask? Did she demand? What if whatever creature she chose refused? A soft sigh slipped into the night as she shook her head. Perhaps it was something she'd just have to leave for fate to decide. Climbing up the stones, she could smell the familiar scent of lavender nearby. A small smile rugged at her lips. Lavendar was among her favorite herbs to use, and although she had quite the stock of them in her den already, she used it quite often and had no qualms about bringing back more. She followed the scent of the flowers, and as she came over the top of a rise she spotted them. However, that wasn't the only thing she had spotted. Standing just behind them was a she-wolf with a lovely coat. The glow of the moon illuminated the structure of her white face, and Helena paused as she regarded her. "Good evening, stranger. Fine night isn't it?" speech action

Azariah's bell tinkled softly at her neck as she turned her unmasked head toward the stranger that had greeted her so gently. One dark ear slid back against her head, giving her an unsure expression, and perhaps telling more of her haunted history than she would have liked. The expression was fleeting though, replaced by one of open friendliness and an odd serene calm. Fine night... What an interesting way to put that. Tilting her head and smiling, Azariah would respond in soft tones that reflected the cool peace of the night. "It is a good one. Peaceful...almost." She gave a look to the other female that would tell her Azariah wasn't referring to her appearance.

The witch looked down to the circle of ruins, "Do you see those rocks down there?" She wondered, if the other lady could see them, she could learn more about them. Usually, the faerie cities were only seen by her. Most didn't have the Sight. Perhaps this woman would know what these circles of rock meant, or if they were of mystical importance. Either way, they were certainly interesting.

Walk. "Talk." Think. "Umbra."

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