It is a surprise indeed that the male she had been caught off guard by in the beginning would find her now, of all times and places. He was the last wolf she expected to see, and so when her roaming gaze honed in on his large black frame she froze midstride. Her expression did not change when she found him, but her gaze did not leave his fourm either. The russet pelted wolf had been too distracted to hear the give away of twigs and such snapping beneath paw, but that hardly mattered at this point. Pale, almost gentle and yet strong mossy toned irises watch the heterochromic gaze of the Alpha; his own a molten amber paired with sky blue. They hold her there, in place, and the initial thought of a leader come again is working its way through her mind. But this male was no female, and he did not hold the grey scar the original held upon her left thigh. But perhaps it was a sign, at least, that the wolf had two toned eyes just as she had had, and that his pelt was made of the vast, deep chasm of night sky on a starless and moonlight night.

It is a special and yet sad time- when the moon is vanished from sight and the night is darkest. And this male brings such a thing to mind, causing Elora's russet painted ears to fold slightly against her skull. But otherwise there is no movement from her, even when he speaks her name. But it was not as an Alpha speaking to a wolf. It was as someone very familiar was addressing her- someone she had known her entire life and yet had not. It unnerved her, causing the white dusted crimson fur upon her hackles to bristle slightly, and her large front paws to fidget; one moving slightly up and down and then the other. She wondered briefly if she should approach him to submit as some still held custom to, but the way he seemed to keep himself at a distance from her kept her from moving any. She would give what she received and it was something that had usually worked well for her. Perhaps this wolfs' ways were strange, and she would just have to get used to it.

He himself seems a little on edge, and when he asks for her forgiveness on him not giving her his own name at the pack meeting, Elora feels the corners of her lips tugging up ever so slightly. She cannot help herself- it is pleasant when another has such manners and most hold themselves above ever apologizing or asking for forgiveness. And yet this male, this Alpha has done just that, and it is a relieving thing indeed. Maybe it is all a show, an act put on by the dark male; but even so, it is one most welcomed. For if good manners weren't valued- the art of deception was even more coveted. For while the red headed she wolf was a mildly tempered and often polite thing- she also knew the ways of darker arts and how to simply make things happen. While her Father was the gentlemanly saint that went far out of his way for others- Elora had chosen her own path in life, only slightly similar to that of her sire.

His introduction is messy and it has the air between them relaxing, if only slightly. He's looking uncomfortable again, and when he finds a means of hopeful distraction, he takes it. He inquires to if she has found any, and though part of her wishes not to drag attention away from his.. peculiarness, she again simply cannot help herself. Immediately her attention is on him completely and utterly, her russet ears harking forward and her large paws taking several steps forward. It's not a lot, but it's movement to begin with and so it is a lot, at least, to Elora it is. This wolf, this Darcia- does he know of them? She wishes to speak and so her jaws part, her voice so unlike before. The first time they had been in the presence of others, and it was a public matter. This- this was between them, and he knew of them, for what else could he be possibly speaking of?

"You know of what I seek?" It is hushed, but her voice carries just enough for him between their shared distance. Her tones are one of longing, of hope and even a childish wonder. For while she sought them out often as she could- Elora herself had never laid eyes upon the fabled lunar flowers. Only her Father had told her of the petals- how they shone so brilliantly as if moonlight, and how everything around them seemed to drink them in. How their scent was so sweet and pleasant that anyone was able to fall asleep with ease without the slightest worry of any night terrors. It was pure bliss, paradise- and she would find them. And maybe, just maybe he could help her. She was moving forward now, her paws moving to their own accord and her limbs acting on their own along side. Soon, there is only a foot of space between them, she slightly shorter than he but intense and large in her own way with her intense sage green gaze.

She has never once taken them off of him and she does not plan to. She watches him, eager, her eyes wide and her body language at full attention for him and only him. Perhaps she is too close, but this matters not to her. For if he has brought them up as she thinks he has, than he is one she would have on reason to fear being close to. Now, her voice is the same hushed but even softer, caressing the minimal space between them to create a breathy, suspenseful and all too excited aura around the slender and focused wolf. "Where? Show me, please.." She trails off, so desperate, pleading with him..