For a long time, she has been no where but the shadows. Month after month after month pass, and still, the flowers do not come back. They had not come back in her Father's time, nor in the time between then and her arrival to this land. And now- now there seemed to be simply no hope left, and it was with a heavy heart that the child of Rio had withdrawn and gone into herself. She glanced the other pack members from time to time, but, ultimately, her life was one of solitude and isolation. It was easy for her to slip unseen through the trees she had decided to call her home, for she knew the forest better than anything else. But, now, perhaps it was time to change her lonesome ways, and to find another soul to.. know. To be around. After all, she had grown up in a social setting with her Father in a far away land that was not here, and she happened to like other wolves. When they were of similar mindset, of course. And here, in Bright Moon, Elora did not think it would be very difficult to find another of such regards.

And so it was with a sort of set determination that she emerges from her usual shadows and out into the open. For while there are trees in the packland, there are also scattered meadows, and it is one of these she now finds herself within. It is calm here, calm and collected as her mind is and it sothes her. There is ash here and there, telltale signs of history of the land, and there is a very faint perfume.. but most would never know what that scent might actually be. But she does, and she knows the bearers of said scent just as well. Here, large paws bring her slowly to the midst of the scarred meadow, pale, sage green eyes glancing all about her surroundings. She did not need to call out to others, for if there were indeed others around, they would find her. They might not know her, or they might- but either way, Elora knew they would find her. And so she waited with a keen patience and bright attention, content to enjoy the day in the meantime.