Part of her had wished to see familiar faces. The golden boy with the teal eyes her Father had been so fond of, the grey and silver male who had taken over after the first Alpha had left. But they weren't there. In fact, there were no wolves there to have struck a memory at all. And yet, it wasn't her memory she was going off of. It was her Fathers, and though she could very well be missing something- Elora knew without a doubt that she was not. For it was as simple as the fact that she was a red head- none of the previous pack remained. But there was one wolf- a slender, rather pretty thing that had stayed off to the side in coming to the so called pack meeting. Which could really hardly be considered even that- no sooner than had she gotten there than everyone slowly dispersed, the current Alpha having not even bothered to acknowledge her. So be it. If that was how he treated his wolves, then he would get just that in return.

It was not like her to be flustered or even off put with someone, but Elora had held.. high expectations for the land her Father spoke so eloquently of, and yet this place.. this place was nothing like the one he had told her of. It lacked its grandeur, its comfort, its.. life. It was dead here, as it probably had been after the massive fire to have scorched the land. There was hardly a trace of this now, almost all scent of ash completely gone from the earth itself, but it was still there. Part still lingered- and it gave Elora some hope still. Such as now, how she found herself within the heart of the pack, searching for that place- that one special place she held above all things. As far as she was concerned, her attendance to the 'pack meeting' had been more than enough for her to claim a place as a pack member. Granted, none had spoken to her- but that suited her just fine. She gave others what they gave her, after all.

Pale, sage green eyes sweep the forest floor beneath paw, searching, searching for any hint of a pure white beside that of the snow. It might have been futile, to search as she was in the Winter- but they had even been here during the harshest of months. They were the blossoms of this place, of Bright Moon. The lunar flowers that had once been nothing but a fairy tale to her, and yet were now so real. She could almost smell them. All thoughts of others were gone from her mind, and she was more than a little distracted at this point in time. But she did not care. She was deep within the packland and it was highly unlikely that anyone would seek illwill of her. For she had yet to do anything wrong- let alone much of anything at all. The only wolf she had spoken any words to had been the Alpha himself- and those had gone unanswered. And so she was drawn into herself, not seeking out any other but the one thing that drew her here.

The very essence of the moon itself.