Life had been rather dull in Helidos so far for the spring season. So little had occurred. There were no pups born this year, a constant reminder to the Elite of the one life's goal she had yet to fulfill. Of course, it took two participants to make pups, she knew that. Only since his return, Drogo had become very recluse, even to her. They were not officially mates yet, nor would they be until they could ask the Alphess' permission. She suspected his injuries were far worse than they appeared and he was hiding from her until they were corrected. As far as Nnlya knew, the Warrior male had no knowledge of healing practices and so his attempts to save himself would have been rudimentary at best. Likely Jackle or another healer had taken to ensuring his body was in perfect condition. Drogo being who he was was likely too proud to want to appear injured and weak before his comrades, and so kept to himself. She would wait for him. She always had.

The charcoal wolf found herself following the same routine day after day, and while she found she enjoyed the structure and predictability of the days, she found she grew tired of it. Variety was a necessity. She had wandered the same lands of Helidos over and over, learning every tree, every rock, every log and flower. Quinn had staked new territories but they were more for pleasure than practicality. The Elite saw no use in exploring them just yet, there would be time enough for that. But word of new neutral grounds had reached her deary ears and she wished to know more, adventurer as she was. In her travels she came across a place covered in pink. She stuck out her tongue in distaste. Pink was her least favourite of the earthen colours. In some small doses the colour could be pretty enough, but only when joined with others from the rainbow spectrum. Blue was her favourite, like the clear mountain water she favoured to drink. There were some rare flowers in the colour, these amazed and entranced her. But pink would have to suffice for now. The trees were draped in the coloured blossoms, dripping with them. Her colouring would offer no camouflage here, although she might be better off than some.

Her tail swayed behind her, her hips rolling with each leisurely step. She had to admit the place was pretty enough, the colouring was just not to her preference. The wind rustled about, sending pink petals floating about. She smiled, it was peaceful here. She could imagine bringing Crystal out here, she thought the Caretaker might enjoy it. There was no need for her to tread softly, she felt no immediate danger. So when her rear paw snapped a fallen branch, she did not worry. But the rustling of another's movement did send hr pointed ears swivelling. Her light blue eyes saw a dark shadow-like figure raise its head from within the pasture. The scent wafting to her was foreign but familiar. It reminded her of the time she met some Erenyx Wolves by the lake. It was a plausible assumption this one was from the same pack. Her tail raised instinctively to curl over her spine whilst her paws sent her trotting towards the other. "Hi there!" she called out, circling around to approach from the front of the wolf. As an ambassador for her pack she had to ensure that her benevolent intentions were clear. She would not start a war based on misunderstanding.