Her fur was ruffled as she broke through the tree line of emerald spades, it's edges frayed and disheveled as broken twigs and blades of blooming green entwined around its dappled locks, her expression a look of lost before her eye caught the flash of cream and milky fluff that was her mentor. "Oh, Creek," she cleared her throat in a single hem as the calloused strain to her voice reached her ears, sighing a heated puff of faltering breath once she stood before the healer. "I'm late, aren't I? I'm terribly sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long. I ran into a rather nasty bush on the way, which I hope provides an explanation for my less than meticulously presentable appearance." She smiled warmly, it's width touching her eyes as they crinkled, bowing her head in a belated greeting as to even their heights; for the alabaster wolfess before her was just a tad shorter. Of course she had noticed the air of buoyancy that clung to her steps as she entered the clearing of these oaks of Eden, her tone free of care and instead laced with joviality as she spoke, as it had been noted ever since her friendship with Creek began. Yes, she was hardly older than herself, but the gracious healer had become more of a mother figure to the apprentice than simply her trainer, and Lucy's openness seemed to be growing with each moment spent in her company.
She lifted her head from its awkward bend and stood to circle around to Creek's side, settling softly upon her haunches as to survey the lands at hand, her tired eyes expectantly greeted by the pristine beauty of such a secluded haven. It seemed that with each territory of Azul's that she left as she seekingly sauntered, the next to meet her would be daringly close in magnificence, if not more so. Eden's Hollow was incredibly whimsical in that its glory lay hidden beneath its intimidation and eerie aura, its shadows of mystery and intrigue a wonder only for certain eyes to behold with appreciation - an aspect Lucy was more than drawn to, for a certain Alpha of the same had her heart in his gentle vice. Her gaze lowered to the ground and its buds of awakening daisies as her skin flushed warm, shooing away the various delights and thoughts of Azul as they threatened to muddle her tongue.
"What have you in store for me today, Creek?"