She is almost there, and yet she has no idea where she currently is. None of it is familiar to her- the overgrown vegetation growing up out of what seems to be the remenants of ash and soot. It litters the ground here, perhaps of what had once been a forest, but had been savaged and consumed by a ravenous energy. It had been a fire, her Father had told her, that scoured the land and the place had been uninhabited fo years. Until it was that his first Alpha had taken her place within the land, her goal to raise new life out of the ash and thrive. But it had not been so, not for him, or them, at least. It was not often that her Father spoke of his past, but the parts she had earned from him she'd held onto, always dreaming and wondering of her own adventures. And so it was only natural that when she left home- she would go to the place he had only seldom mentioned, though she knew the name. Bright Moon. Elora was confident she had finally come to the right place, and the border she then found herself upon confirmed this for her.

This was a packland, indeed, and it fit the description. There was a lot of new growth, but the underlaying scent of soot and ash still lingered just as Rio had said it did. She paused only for a moment in her endeavors, inhaling deeply and memorizing the scent, for it was not one she would easily forget. The moment was released when voices reached her ears and she took a slight step forward. There were others, strangers, nearby, and they were on the otherside of the border. Considering her options, she only wasted another second, before pushing herself forward on russet paws and making her way toward what seemed to be a slight gathering. Her nose told her only a few wolves lingered, and most seemed to be fresh even to this terriorty. Something most interesting. Elora didn't take the time to remain stealthy as can be, stepping on a considerable amount of twigs so that her appearance wouldn't be too sudden. It was something she had picked up as a child, the art of being obvious and not at all; a certain art she had quite nearly perfected.

When she had crossed the distance needed to reach them, they were then all in sight. There were seven of them, and they were each different in their own way. But most did not earn more than a fraction of a seconds glance- pale, sage green irises size up each wolf in that time and hone in on the tall black wolf with mismatched eyes. One is a brilliant amber and the other a bright sky blue. Instantly, Elora knows that this wolf is the Alpha, and her gaze lingers on his momentarily. She is caught off guard by this newfound revelation of a leader with mistmatched eyes. He lacks the white, but otherwise he is the male counterpart of the first Alpha of Bright Moon. Her Father had spoken to her of the female only once or twice, but she commited the words to memory. A black coat with a white face and markings with burning mismatched eyes. Perhaps it was Fate being her fickle self and playing a trick, or perhaps it was nothing at all. Watching the dark male still, Elora then parts her slender russet jaw to speak in a moment of silence, her voice confident and even in its tone.

"I'm Elora." Short and sweet, simply because it kept everything simple. It didn't complicate anything with long, drawn out sentences that no one wanted to say and no one wanted to listen to. The red-head was not a simple minded girl- it was rather not often that she found others that wanted to listen or who she'd endure an audience with. Following herself up, she took a moment to make herself comfortable closer to the tall dark stranger than she had been before, but not too close. She did not invade his personal space but her attention was on him- and not in a creepy sort of way, just an interested sort of way. "And you?" She wanted to know his name so that she could remember it, though he had probably already told everyone over and over again what it was. Perhaps his patience is thin or thick, he would show in his reaction to her. Some did not take to her walking right up to them, or in the case of others, completely ignoring them. It was simply up to them to make the choice in the matter.