This place was certainly interesting. In the short time he had entered the land of Moladian he had been attacked, saved, and found that some of the wolves here were a bit on the crazy side. More like insane. He had a long scratch across his narrow muzzle with dried bits of blood flaking across the black hairs courtesy of Nakki. It was terribly hard to clean with only his paws and Enderly would rather avoid an infection so he trotted around the woodlands in search of a pond or creek to dip his head into. He had no idea where everything was located yet in this country but it never hurt to scout ahead. Maybe this time he would find a sane wolf. Still, the fight had been fun in a way, he decides with a tongue-hanging grin. Nothing like knowing your life is in imminent danger to get the blood pumping.

The woodland is interspersed with piles of snow and areas where the trees blocked the snows passage to leave the dirt exposed to his paws. Although he has no particular aversion to snow he decides to weave his way over the dirt and keep his paws dry. A cool breeze whispers through the leaf-less boughs and brings the heady scent of a female with it. Enderly does not know it but he is nearing the boundaries of Tavoria.

Silken black ears prick forward and quicksilver eyes flash around him to make sure that she is not some insane mutt intending to attack him from behind like the last wolf. Assuring himself that Azuri does not hunt him Enderly sniffs the air and follows her scent, weaving between trees until he is at the very border of the woodland and the packlands. Other scents coat the vegetation but her's is strongest. The red of her fur catches his attention and Enderly turns his head towards her, the gray hairs around his mouth twitching as he smiles. He is a curious creature and a tricky creature. But he has no one to trick for what does he know of the land of Moladian? Nothing. Yet. But he will.

Whether Azuri is traveling or scouting he doesn't know and truly doesn't really care. She is only about two inches shorter than him and much lighter than him but he is sleek for a male and his black fur gleams in the sunshine that breaks through the branches. "Greetings, my dear. Wonderful day for a walk, eh? I am Enderly." His voice is smooth, rising and falling with each word in a beautiful cadence.